Chapter 10

Mike's POV

The sound of the front door as it banged against the wall was drowned out by the hail of gunfire that greeted Demetri and I as we entered. He was double fisting it, one gun in each hand as he went left and I was firing from one as I went right. The noise was deafening and only heightened my senses to my surroundings. It was odd, being so hyper aware, but it wasn't something I would give up for anything.

The adrenaline burned as it pumped through my veins. My heart hammered in my chest in time with the firing of the glock in my hand. I was ducked beside a chair, Demetri across from me in the same position behind a love seat. There were feathers from the pillows flying like snow in the air, the smell of gunpowder tickling my nose.

I pressed my back against the chair and looked over at Demetri as he changed the clips in his guns. It was fluid and flawless; the clips fell to the ground and his moved his arms under his jacket, bringing them back and, with a flip of the switch, they reloaded and he was back on his feet, firing into the room with a blank face and no fucks to be found in his stance. He was out for blood, that much was obvious, and he was going to get it.

Taking a minute to clumsily switch out my empty clip for a fresh one, I looked over the arm of the chair and, after letting out a breath, I rolled to my feet and joined in the firefight.

It took changing the clips a total of four times before we cleared the front of the building and it was a lot work. I never knew just how much physicality actually went into something like this. I was panting and sweaty but Demetri was just standing there like this was nothing as he once again changed the clips to a set of fresh ones. I looked over at him and panted. "How the fuck do you do this shit?"

He glanced at me and smirked. "Aww, come on, now. Are you having fun yet?"

I went to open y mouth when something caught my eye. I blinked once, not believing what I was seeing at first, but there was no denying it. "You're bleeding."

Demetri glanced at his arm and nodded. "Yup. Occupational hazzard."

I stood up and looked at him with wide eyes and dropped jaw. "How are you so calm? You were SHOT."

He lifted the other arm and held up one finger. "Grazed. I was grazed. Trust me, big difference. But, I believe we covered that a couple of days ago."

I just stared at him completely dumbfounded. It took me a moment for the shock of his blase attitude to dissipate and when it did, I just shook my head. There are just somethings I will never understand about this guy and this will just have to added to the list.

Letting out a harsh breath, I rolled my shoulders. "Now what?"

He looked at me, a sadistic look entering his eyes and dark smile forming on his lips. "Now, I kill Edward Cullen."

*X*

Demetri's POV

I was actually rather impressed with Mike during the trap we both knew we were walking into. For the fact that he had never done something like this, and on this scale neither have I, he held his own. I mean, sure, there was a few times I think he got scared and bitched out, ducking down when it wasn't necessary, but he survived when I honestly thought he was going to get shot.

Ignoring the burn on my arm from a very close call, I took the lead as we headed further into the building. I knew Edward was here, I could feel it. I knew where he would be, too. That much was easy to figure out. He would be holdup in some room under heavy guard and gun like the pussy he was. He only thought he was a hard ass, but when push came to shove, he was nothing but a spoiled coward.

Before the first gunshot, he probably thought he was in the clear, that we wouldn't figure it out. He thought he was untouchable, better than everyone else. He was trying to dethrone his father, take over the business from under Carlisle's feet because he didn't have the stomach to get it the way things worked, through the death of the one before him. So, he thought to have me do his dirty work and blame his father for the kidnapping of my sister.

The little fucking moron.

I don't blame those for something they didn't do. While yes, Carlisle was guilty of not controlling his kid, Edward was to blame for my sister getting hurt.

Mike and I made our way to the second floor, picking off the lone and double guards that got in our way. When he reached the hall, I looked back over my shoulder at Mike as he watched our backs. I licked my lips and lowered my voice. "This is where it gets dangerous. There isn't any cover between here and the door and there are more of them than there are of us."

He looked at me and nodded. "Let's get this over with."

I smirked. "You go high. I'll go low." Once he nodded his understanding, I crouched and closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath to calm myself. Looking up at him, we locked eyes for a second before we both turned away, leaned around the corner and pulled the trigger.

*X*

Not without injury, Mike and I made our way through the group of guards. There were only four, but there may as well have been ten for the time and ammo it took. I was down an arm but I wasn't going to let it stop me. I refused to be defeated until the threat to my sister was dealt with. I wasn't stupid. This would happen again if he lived.

Tired and in pain, I broke the last barrier between us and Cullen.

Everything happened too fast to know the details. I raised my good arm and aimed, Mike following suite. Edward was standing on the other side of a desk on the other side of the room with guns trained on us.

There was a stare down.

There were useless words that meant nothing anymore.

There were names hurled back and forth, threats that would never be carried out because all of us knew this ended here.

Time slowed with the first shot fired.

I felt a bullet hit my arm, the pain bringing up memories of the last time it happened but I didn't let it stop me. I refused.

I heard a cry from next to me and knew Mike got hit too, but the son of a bitch kept on keeping on.

When time caught up with itself, I saw Edward's shoulder jerk back, meaning he was hit too.

I continued to pulled the trigger until a clicking sound came from the empty chamber and we were all still on our feet. The great thing about knowing guns as well as I do, if we were out of bullets... so was he.

I tossed my gun to the ground and darted across the room, Edward taking off and out the other exit of the office. I could see his shirt was stained in blood and all it did was drive me harder, faster. He wasn't going to get away from me. This wasn't going to continue.

I chased him along the metal catwalk, Mike veering off and taking another path when we reached a fork in the path. They connected again and he was hoping to head him off and block him in.

It worked.

Edward slowed when he saw Mike coming at him, but I didn't. I tackled his ass from behind and took us both to the grated floor. Forcing him to roll to his back, I straddled his stomach before my fist connected with his jaw. I don't know how many times I hit him. It could have been once more. It could have been ten times more. It didn't matter.

I then climbed to my feet, grabbing him by the shirt and forcing him to follow suit. Holding him upright, I got nose to bloody nose with him, eyes narrowed and jaw set, growling in my throat as I glared into his green eyes. My lips pulled back from my teeth in a sneer that came out in my voice as I jerked him around and pressed him against the low guard rail of the catwalk. "Anything you want you to say? Any last words to pass on to your mommy?"

He looked back at me, defiance in his eyes. "My brother will kill you if you do this."

At that, I chuckled. "Wrong. I did a little checking. Three times I got a call from a number registered to you brother's phone telling me what was going on, what was happening. You fucked with the wrong guy because apparently, Emmett doesn't really care all that much about you. You're trying to take what your father built, but what you fail to realize is that with you dead, Emmett gets the family business. You are nothing but a stepping stone in the way of him obtaining what he wants and he knows that in order to keep the business going, you don't piss off your clients."

His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed hard together before he spat out. "You're a fucking liar."

With that, I felt his fist connect to a shot wound on my side, forcing me to let him go and double over grabbing my side. With me distracted, Edward dove at me, knocking us both backwards. What he failed to calculate though, I was taller than he was so we hit the rail, we both went over.

I felt myself falling and survival kicked in. I shoved him away from me, the force of the shove pushing me further away from him and him from me. I didn't expect to survive, but at least he wouldn't either.

The hit hurt more than I can say but it didn't sound right. It echoed. I layed on my side gasping for air with my eyes closed, trying not to puke. When I finally opened them, I saw rusted metal in view, causing me to blink in confusion. Rolling a little and more on my stomach, I panted as I found myself staring through the grate of a lower catwalk and down at the blood spatter that was Edward Cullen. I heard my named called from above and lifted my arm and signaled I was alive... or at least not dead.

There were some broken bones and a few new bullet wounds to add to the collection, but I would deal with it because as I looked back down at the concrete floor below me at Cullen's unmoving body, I was just really glad that wasn't me.

Cullen was dead and my sister was safe. I could live with these injuries. Now, the only thing left to do was have a little chat with Newton about my sister. I have a bit of an evil streak when it comes to her and if he thought this was bad, he should have seen what happened to the last guy that hurt her.

*X*

Fin