A bullet grazed my head, so close I heard the air move above my ear. Lifting my hand, I touched my temple. When I pulled it away, there was blood on my fingers.
Veda's scream cut through the ringing in my ears. Mario was dragging her backward, his men closing ranks around them.
I took a step toward them, getting off two shots before someone hit me from the side, knocking me down to the ground.
"Get back! Get back!" Enzo yelled, his heavy weight holding me down. Grabbing the back of my jacket, he pulled me with him behind a car. "What are you fucking doing?" he asked me.
I didn't answer him. I didn't fucking know what I was doing. All I knew was that that fucking bastard, Mario, was taking away the woman I loved.
Again.
"How's Tristan?" A bullet ricocheted near my head, and I ducked behind the tire as Enzo returned fire.
"He's alive," he said.
"Veda?"
A door slammed and tires squealed.
"Gone," Enzo said. "But alive."
I sat there on my ass, breathing hard as Enzo went to check on Tristan. It was suddenly quiet. Too fucking quiet. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the voice inside my head telling me I had failed, both Veda and myself.
"He's okay," Enzo shouted. "He was wearing his vest. He's just stunned, and he'll have a hell of a bruise."
Drawing up my knees, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, one still holding my gun. If Mario found out who Veda really was, how I'd deceived him, he would take his fury out on her.
I met Enzo's eyes, and I could see he was having the same thoughts. "I will fucking find her if I have to kill everyone to do it," I told him.
He gave me a nod, and together, we got Tristan out to the car and headed back to the house to plan the second abduction of Veda.
The End of His Game.