Prologue:
Bam! Bam!
"Dammit, Feli. You said the cops wouldn't be here," Lovino said in annoyance. I watched him reload the pistol from behind the overturned table that we leaned against.
"What did you want me to expect? This is restaurant after all," I pointed out.
The bullet pierced the edge of the table, just barely scraping the tip of my messy hair, causing me to let out a loud screech and huddle beside my brother.
"Idiota. I'll teach them to shoot at us," Lovino said getting up to his knees. Without the need for aiming, he pulled the trigger.
Bam. Bam Bam.
"Fratello, stop shooting!" I hiss, tugging on his jacket.
"Will you let go of me?" He yells before throwing himself down, his arms over me as bullets fly over us and pierce into the wall behind us.
They advanced onto us, no surprise there. We were cornered and two against five.
"Hands up. Drop your weapon," Chief Kirkland says, pointing his own gun at us.
My brother and I exchange looks, mine of panic and his of annoyance. He drops the pistol and we both put our arms up.
"Vargas. You're under arrest."
"Cazzo."