Heart of Sin
Ashton Sinclair and Giovanna Moretti
Sin watched the gate explode as they waited just a few yards away.
The car launched forward and they were racing for the burning hole, bracing as the car crashed over the red-hot iron, the tires hitting the seared bars. They sped down the long drive as shots split the air. The car was bulletproof, but they would try to shoot inside anyway. He could hear shouting, pelts of bullets against the car as they neared the mansion, its Mediterranean stone deceptively calm in the late afternoon sun.
Lenny screeched around the corner and jerked to a stop where a set of narrow side stairs ran along the side of the building. They kicked open their doors, keeping their heads down and sprinted for the stairs, charging several steps at a time. Behind them several more of their cars were barreling down the drive and he felt calm descend.
A rush of destiny flooded him. He knew when something would turn out, when he would win and he moved like he was in a dream, men shouting all around him. He lifted his gun and let loose a volley of bullets, as Lenny did the same. They moved as one and then Jack was there and Donny.
"Where is Reid?" He demanded as Jack held one guy against the wall.
When the man was silent, he held the gun to his neck. "Where?"
He nodded at Jack, who bound his wrists, gagged him, and shoved him into a closet. They would pick him up later.
He felt the blood pulsing heavy from his chest outward to his gut, his limbs, filling him.
The tower was up two stories and taking out the guards was easy now. He stood to the side and shoved open the door and filled the room with bullets as Reid’s guards shot back. They dropped, leaving their boss behind a desk, vulnerable.
Sinclair locked eyes with Reid, while Lenny scanned the room stepping inside.
"Thought we had a deal, Reid." He said quietly, not leaving eye contact as he approached the man.
"You made the deal, all the conditions, and they're all good for you, Sin." Reid looked beyond them to the door and Sin saw the resignation in his eyes. He knew he was a dead man. "You've always thought you were so fucking high and mighty, just like your pops, thinking he owned the rest of us." He chuckled a sinister sound that pierced Sin’s gut when little did these days. "You know, your wife paid the price. We all got a little piece of her in the end."
A desolate and dark anger squeezed at his chest. He hesitated for only a split second. He could get information from this man, but then he knew he wouldn't talk because he'd be a dead man anyway, so he raised his gun, looked the other man in the eye reflecting not the pain but the power to take his life.
"Go to hell." And he pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet into his head. The older man fell heavy at his feet. He stared at him, pointed his gun and shot again, watching as a hole appeared on the side of his head. He would have continued with a cold fury, but Lenny touched his arm.
"Cops will be here, Boss."
Leaving the room, they strode through the bloodbath, picking up the guy tied up in the closet and bringing him along. He would either join them or die. It was his choice, but Sin never killed anyone who helped them, even when done under pressure.
The cars traveled slowly down the drive and out through the burning gap of iron, like a portal to hell.