Chapter Twenty-One
The next day, Aria sat at her desk with her office door closed, reviewing some of her late husband’s books.
She jumped when she heard the tap, tap, tap of an automatic gun outside of the house by the front door. She knew better than to run and see what was happening without a weapon, so she hurried into the safe room, closed the door behind her, and started loading a few guns.
The front door was thrown open.
“Where is that cunt?”
There was more gunfire, and all she could think was that her men weren’t there to get hurt.
The person crashed into her office and threw things around, cursing and screaming. She listened until he started to leave the office.
“I’ll find you, you whore.”
The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. It amazed her that she felt steady and calm. She couldn’t wait for help as it sounded like the guy was opening the office door.
Then she heard him mumbling by her office door and decided it was the best time.
She cracked the saferoom door and saw him with his back toward her, peeking out of her office door.
She stepped out and closed the safe room. As she aimed the gun, she cleared her throat.
The man spun around and stared at her in shock. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, Mitchell.”
“Well, you thought wrong, bitch.”
“I thought you were smarter than that,” she said. “Put the gun down.” He still had it in his hand, but it was down at his side while hers was aimed at him.
“No fucking way. I know I’m going down, and I’m taking you with me.”
“Wrong. You forgot my warning. You fuck with my family, and I kill you.” Her first shot hit the arm he held the gun with, then she hit his shoulder and chest, and the bastard still stood staring at her.
One last shot in the middle of his forehead took him down.
Aria exhaled, kept her gun in her hand, and walked around his body to the door to open it. She saw several of her guys bearing down.
“He’s down, guys.”
They rushed her way.
“He’s dead?” one of them said.
A few of their mouths dropped open.
“Yes. I warned him I’d take him out if he messed with my family. He just didn’t believe a little woman like me could do it.”
One of the guys chuckled. “Yeah, no one will make that mistake again.”
“Are any of our men hurt?” she asked.
“Minor injuries. We can patch them up here.”
“Good.”
“Where the hell is she?” Trent yelled as he ran in the front door.