“Unni si, fratello bastardo?” I shout as I walk into the southwing. It brings me pleasure to hunt him. And whatever the consequences may be tomorrow, I do not care at all.
I hear screaming. Muffled, but so loud it rips through the entire corridor. Coming from underneath.
It might be the girl. And a trap, I will not be so foolish.
And that is exactly what he might expect.
He is hiding where she is, because he knows I want to kill her just as much as I desire to kill him.
I make my way to the basement floor. Once servants’ quarters, it became the epicentre of the family business.
“Nesci fora, nesci fora, unni si!” I call into the corridor, provoking him.Come out, come out wherever you are.I want him angry. Anger makes people reckless, and I also want to see the rage as he understands he has lost.
A bullet flies past my head.
They have revealed themselves.
I wait.
More screaming.
I reload my magazines.
“You are the most stubborn and stupidest woman I have ever met,” I hear behind me, as I spin around, both guns drawn.
Kat. I roll my eyes.
“You shouldn’t have come,” I say coldly.
“Do you believe I let you do this alone?”
I scoff.
“Fourth door on the right,” I say, “They shoot fast.”
“I heard that,” she says and lifts the semi-automatic rifle she brought. She has always been a sucker for force. If I weren’t angry with her, I would chuckle.
“You wanna warn them?” she asks. “Otherwise, I’ll evaporate that wood.”
“Do it,” I say. “But he’s mine.”
“He sure is,” she says. “Just here as reinforcement. You wouldn’t have made it out of here. I killed eighteen up there.”
“Do it,” I say without caring about what she just said. I might thank her later. After I have killed my brother and that girl.
She shoots down the door, and the cartridge cases fall onto the ground with the sweet melody of destruction.
The doors wood splinters and finally rips apart.
The corridor falls silent after the last resounding noise vanishes. Anticipation builds in me. There are moves and countermoves. I know my brother is a man always prepared, and I am no fool to storm into the room; I might get blasted away.
My body tenses.
Kat turns and shoots before I even see what is coming from behind; she has a sense of what is happening around her, as I have never seen in anyone. She and her rifle perforate the two men coming.
“Well, that’s fun,” she says.
She has done her own thing for many years now, and it's been a while since I was with her in a shootout, so I have forgotten how hilarious she can be. Even though I am angry with her, I cannot suppress the chuckle leaving my throat.