Desolation (New Rochelle Mafia #1)

35. CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 35

DRAKE

T he fight outside was brutal. I couldn’t even keep track of how many people I killed. We got the call that they snatched Elodie and Reba right before we saw Dominic and Aiden walk outside with their men behind them.

I started rage firing, not caring who I hit, as long as it wasn’t our men. Dad and Anthony did the same. All three of us, guns out in each hand, fired into the wall of Dominic’s men. The same ones that have kidnapped my Bug, not once, but twice now. Some of our guys went down. I don’t know who, but I can still see Louis, Zeke, and Eren on their feet though I know a couple of them have taken shots because of their grunts of pain.

Dominic and his people thought they were having an auction tonight so they are all dressed in nice suits, with no body armor. That’s pretty dumb. I’ve taken a couple hits and so have Dad and Anthony. All of us are bleeding but as far as I can tell, no one is seriously injured. Yet.

I see Dominic slipping toward the building out of the corner of my eye, but it’s right as my dad rounds on Aiden.

He spits in his face.

“You’re a fucking traitor you bastard. One of your men told us about Eddie too. So you’ve been a traitor for all these years. But today you’re going to die, and you’re going to lose everything, and everyone who attended the auction is going to die too. Man, woman, doesn’t matter. None of you fucks are leaving here alive,” he roars.

One last time he spits in his face and shoots a bullet right into his forehead. A look of shock crosses Aiden’s face and then he crashes to the ground. When his body hits, it’s as if the veil is lifted and we all begin walking towards the door again.

His men all split off to find the rest of the people and get rid of them too. No one that was a part of this auction is leaving here alive.

Dominic slips through the door and I go after him. I hear my dad shouting, but I don’t care, I’m going to get my girl. They all continue finishing off the rest of the guys out there as I stomp into the building with murder on my mind .

As I enter the door, I see him pulling someone from a cage. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s gonna use one of those poor people as a shield?

I move toward him and as he turns, I see Elodie with Dominic’s gun pressed to her temple.

My eyes widened in surprise.

“I will fucking kill you if one hair on her head is harmed,” I seethe. Looking Elodie over, I see the blood on her head, and the scrapes and bruises from the wreck. I immediately start walking toward them.

“Ah, ah, ah, I will kill her Drake. And then I’ll kill Reba too, before I shoot every one of these bitches in here,” Dominic purrs at me. Like he is the one in charge here. But he’s dead fucking wrong, because I know something that I don’t think he’s figured out yet.

“Elodie, do you trust me baby?” I ask her.

She nods.

“Then fight,” I roar at her. As she jabs her elbow into Dominic I fire a shot.

Her elbow was just enough to distract him into moving the gun away from her face and I shot it out of his hand.

Elodie drops and rolls out of the way and toward the cages as I stalk toward Dominic firing bullet after bullet at him until he isn’t moving. And then, just to be sure, I put another one through his eyes just as my dad and Anthony finally made it into the building.

“Goddammit Drake I told you to fucking wait for me,” he yells.

“Sorry Pops, no can do. I had to get in here to Elodie. When I made it through the door he was putting a gun to her head,” I say.

Dad scrapes a hand down his face and mumbles something about not having two hot headed sons to deal with. Anthony looks over at me and grins and then looks at the stage with a curious look on his face. I turn to find Elodie rummaging around in Dominic’s pockets.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask her.

“Key,” she says simply, pulling the key out of his pocket and holding it up with a smile.

And that’s when I saw it. The gunshot wound on the side of her temple.

Running to the stage I jump up and land on my knees beside her, grabbing her face in my hands and turning her head to the side.

I fucking shot her.

I fucking shot the only person in this world that I never want to lose, above anyone else.

It’s just a scrape but I am freaking the fuck out right now.

“Elodie, do not move. Does it hurt?” I ask softly.

She looks at me questioningly. “Does what hurt?”

“Your head Elodie!” I wave my hands at her like a lunatic, because I am a lunatic. Who fires a gun that close to their girlfriend’s head? What the hell was I thinking?

“I don’t even feel anything except where I hit my head during the wreck,” she says, lifting her fingers to her temple and feeling the blood there. She winces a little. “Okay, it stings a little when I touch it but that’s it. What did it come from?”

“I fucking shot you,” I say hoarsely, horror on my face.

She starts laughing. Not just a giggle. A full-on belly laugh, whooping loudly.

My dad and Anthony look over at her like she is insane. They have been unlocking cages and sending people out to the men outside. Zeke and Eren walk through the door, followed by Louis .

Louis immediately starts laughing too. Whipping my head around to him and glaring, I ask, “What the hell are you laughing about?”

“Don’t know but if El is laughing, I’m laughing,” he says. Zeke and Eren snicker beside him.

Bunch of damn fools, all of them.

Turning my head back to Elodie, I see that she has tears streaming down her face from laughing. “Are you gonna share what’s so funny with the rest of us?”

This makes her laugh even more. The people from the cages are walking around her giving her a wide berth. Great now they all think she’s crazy too.

She’s wheezing now, holding her side. Reba has also started laughing.

“You’re covered in blood, shot in at least a half a dozen places and just rolled up in here like the Godfather, shot Dominic at least five times, and you’re worried about a scratch on my head?” she says, trying to catch her breath.

“Well, I don’t see what’s so funny about that,” I say.

Dad and Anthony are smiling now too. Louis starts laughing even harder. Looking at me, he says, “All the shit that girl has been through and you’re gonna lose your shit over a little scratch?”

And now they’re all laughing. It’s a fucking blood bath in here and every one of them are laughing at me.

“I shot you!” I yelled at her. “What if I would have killed you by accident?”

“But did you? You asked me if I trusted you and I said yes. You did what you needed to do. It’s my own fault I didn’t move out of the way quick enough. You gonna beat yourself up the rest of your life for saving me?” she asks, arms wide. “Seriously if the worst thing that happened today was you scraping me up a little to save my life then I’m good. The cage wasn’t really a good time though,” she says frowning at it.

We’ve ruined her. Sweet little Elodie with her head in the darkroom. My little Shutterbug. She’s a goddamn Mafia Princess now.

Groaning, I stand and reach down, plucking her up in a bridal carry and head outside. Once we get out there, I set her down kissing her breathless and everyone cheers. The last van of the people in the cages is heading down the drive and our guys all load up just in time for us to hear the sirens.

“Everyone scatter,” my dad yells and we all load up heading in different directions.