Say It's Forever (Redemption Hills #2)(109)

Marcello had hundreds of men at his disposal.

“This mission is of the utmost importance. One in which failure will not be tolerated. Under the dire circumstances, I was charged to find the best. You are the best, no?”

It was pure provocation.

“Who is the target?” Jud demanded, angst lining his bones.

Marcello knew the charge.

Jud only killed if the killing was earned.

“That is none of your concern.”

“You know I don’t do jobs blind.”

“You do now. I’d not question that, if I were you.”

Marcello gestured for them to proceed.

Jud warred. Unsettled. A rattled sensation climbed through his conscience. A warning that called out low at the back of his head. Marcello was manipulating him. It was all bullshit.

The men remained angled down as they crossed the fence line and into the house’s yard. Jud followed, prepared to bolt.

Ready to turn his back and walk.

Shun this life the way he’d promised he would do.

Fuck Marcello and his family.

He had a choice. They didn’t get to control him.

He was prepared for a fight. For this to go south when he walked. He would most likely have to battle it out, but it would be a war worth fighting.

Only he stilled when he caught sight of a silhouette through the window.

A woman.

She paced, back and forth, back and forth. His insides clenched when he saw the clear outline of a child swaddled in the well of her arms as she paced.

His guts twisted and curled.

Nausea swam.

Marcello gestured to move, and the reality of his instructions warbled through Jud’s mind.

Ensure no one else gets out.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy?” Jud spat, his voice still held quiet. “There’s a woman in there.”

A mother.

“Do your job, Lawson,” Marcello stated low. “Ensure my passage and do it now. Five minutes and this is to be done.”

Tony and Kolin started to douse the backside of the house in gasoline while Marcello crept along behind them, looking for the best way to enter.

Disgust burned a hole through Jud’s middle. Conscience screaming. World shouting. His gun was out and cocked.

Marcello grinned back like the bastard thought Jud was doing his bidding. Only Jud pointed the barrel at him. “Not gonna happen.”

Fury burst in Marcello’s expression. “You dare point a gun at me?”

“It’s an honor, actually.”

Marcello’s men dropped the cans and rushed to pull out their guns. The cans clattered against the dry earth, ringing out like an alarm for the guards inside.

A voice echoed from the front. “Possible breach at the rear. Securing perimeter.”

A split second later, it was a blur of disorder. A man dressed in a suit who had been posted out front came around the side of the house. A gunshot rang out from Kolin, hitting the officer in the head.

He went down.

Pandemonium.

Inside and out.

Shouting.

Jud fired.

Kolin froze then fell flat on his face.

Gone.

Jud had hit Tony in the thigh. He cried out in misery as he dropped to the ground.

Jud ran for Marcello who crawled along the ground on his belly like the serpent that he was.

“Don’t move, asshole.”

Marcello flopped around, leaning up on his hands as Jud stood over him. The barrel of Jud’s gun was pointed down at the monster who was there to enact the unthinkable.

The unforgiveable.

Surprise knocked Jud off balance when Tony suddenly rammed into him from the side. He fumbled, fell to the lawn, his gun sliding just out of reach.

With his gun in one hand, Marcello scrambled to get on top of Jud.

Jud fought him for it, squeezing his wrist to knock it loose.

Tony was back on his feet, and he kicked Jud in the ribs. Pain splintered through his side. He gasped out but managed to knock the handgun from Marcello’s hand while Tony continued his assault.

Kick after kick.

Pain lanced through Jud’s body, but he refused to give. To let either of them see this through.

He tossed Marcello off, and he grabbed Tony’s ankle and twisted it hard when Tony went to kick him again. The man screamed in agony, falling back at the same time Marcello managed to get to his feet to scramble for his gun that Jud had tossed aside.

Jud kicked out, sweeping Marcello at the ankles and dropping him flat to his back.

Jud jumped up, darting for his gun and sweeping it off the lawn.

He fired a shot at Tony who was lumbering to his feet.

Blood splatted as the impact flew him back, another monster in the ground.

Both Marcello’s soldiers were slain, and it was just Jud and this piece of shit.

A piece of shit Jud was going to be all too happy to rid the world of.

Marcello was on his ass, and he pressed back on his heels, scooting himself backward. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Jud sneered as he encroached, his aim clear. “Pretty sure that’s you.”

A shout and cry echoed from inside.

It distracted Jud for the barest second—a second that allowed Marcello to flick a lighter and get to his feet.

“He’ll assume it was you.” The words were vile. Cruel and careless and without mercy. “You won’t walk away from this.”