Page 66 of The Dark Stranger
Izzy.
Blonde undercut. Face tattoos near his temple. Leather jacket. Snow collecting on his shoulders.
He lit a cigarette like this was casual.
Like this was normal.
“Izzy?” Hervoice cracked in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on?”
Inez stirred behind her, coughing. “Becca… what—”
Becca raised the gun, arm shaking but steady enough.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Izzy dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot.
His face wasn’t smug.
It wasn’t emotional either.
It was empty.
“I’m sorry, Becca,” he said low. “This shit had to come down to this.”
Beside him stood Lionetti’s right-hand man.
That’s when it clicked.
This wasn’t about jealousy.
This was about power.
Guns lifted around them.
Multiple barrels aimed directly at Becca and Inez.
“Get in the car,” the right-hand man ordered calmly. “Or your friend dies first.”
Inez whispered behind her, voice trembling, “Becca… what do we do?”
Snow whipped between them like ghosts.
Becca calculated.
Distance. Numbers. Ammo.
Sheleaned close to Inez.
“Trust me.”
And then—
She shoved Inez hard behind the overturned SUV.
And opened fire.
Gunshots tore through the storm.
