Alessandra glared at Litha down the barrel of her gun. She stepped back and motioned for the other woman to get up. Slowly Litha did, her own two guns held in her hands.
"What are you going to do Alessandra? Shoot me?" She carefully put her own two guns back into their holsters. "You're not a killer Alessandra, are you?" She smiled, keeping her voice calm and soothing as she took one step closer.
Alessandra backed up. She wasn't a killer really but this woman and her friends had come into her home and were trying to take her husband away... she had to stop them.
"Alessandra, give me the gun."
There was the sounds of more shots coming from the main room behind them. Alessandra's eyes looked up towards the sounds. That was more than enough time for Litha's hand to snap up and knock the other woman's gun up over her head. A shot rang out that landed in the ceiling, but Litha twisted around with the woman's wrist in her hand. She made quick work of removing the gun from the woman and turning it on her.
"Not smart chica. Let me give you a lesson in guns - when you've got someone at gunpoint, don't EVER take your eyes off of them. Now, I'm not in a good mood anymore. On your feet."
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Donovan's head snapped towards where the gunshot rang out. That wasn't Litha's gun and there were no more sounds coming from the room.
"Geraldo! I have something of yours!" Litha stepped into the doorway with Alessandra in front of her. The older woman was caught by the neck, Litha's arm wrapped tightly around it and a foreign gun held close to her head.
Geraldo's eyes went wide and he refirmed his aim on Darrin's head. "She dies Sinclair and his blood is on your hands."
"You really think I care about that? What is she worth to you Geraldo? To keep her alive and safe? Is she worth your surrender, giving up my friend?" She pressed the gun to Alessandra's head. Alessandra Montcalvez started babbling in portuguese at her husband, begging it sounded like.
"I'm past caring right now what happens to her. Either you let him go or I swear to god I'll kill her. LOOK AT ME GERALDO, you know I will. I killed your brother without a thought and I'll do it to her too."
This was a side of Litha that Frank hadn't seen before. Ruthless, cold-blooded. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Slowly he stood up and moved over to Litha's side.
"Frank, get out of here. Go on and get into the limo with Jake and Alex. We'll be right behind you."
He looked at her skeptically. When she turned her head and gave him a 'go or I'll shoot you' look, he backed up and made for the door.
"What's it going to be Montcalvez?"
Montcalvez looked at his men. He couldn't risk the life of the woman he loved. He quickly told them to throw their weapons out where she could see them. They all did so and stood up, hands in the air.
"Good boys. Now let Darrin go."
Montcalvez glared at her. Litha responded by pushing Alessandra to arm's length and putting the gun to the back of her head with a click of the hammer. Geraldo's hand fell back from Darrin's head and he let him go. Darrin hurried out past Litha towards the car.
Litha backed up slowly, her left hand pulling out her personal weapon as she did. Both guns were trained on Montcalvez and his wife. Out of the corner of her eye she could see one of the hired guards reaching for a dropped pistol on the floor.
"Tch. no no m'boy." Litha squeezed off a shot at the man as her back hit the door. Montcalvez raised his gun to her at the same time Alessandra tried to run towards him. All Litha heard as she kicked the door closed was Geraldo Montcalvez's screams. He'd killed his own wife by accident.
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"What are you going to do Alessandra? Shoot me?" She carefully put her own two guns back into their holsters. "You're not a killer Alessandra, are you?" She smiled, keeping her voice calm and soothing as she took one step closer.
Alessandra backed up. She wasn't a killer really but this woman and her friends had come into her home and were trying to take her husband away... she had to stop them.
"Alessandra, give me the gun."
There was the sounds of more shots coming from the main room behind them. Alessandra's eyes looked up towards the sounds. That was more than enough time for Litha's hand to snap up and knock the other woman's gun up over her head. A shot rang out that landed in the ceiling, but Litha twisted around with the woman's wrist in her hand. She made quick work of removing the gun from the woman and turning it on her.
"Not smart chica. Let me give you a lesson in guns - when you've got someone at gunpoint, don't EVER take your eyes off of them. Now, I'm not in a good mood anymore. On your feet."
--
Donovan's head snapped towards where the gunshot rang out. That wasn't Litha's gun and there were no more sounds coming from the room.
"Geraldo! I have something of yours!" Litha stepped into the doorway with Alessandra in front of her. The older woman was caught by the neck, Litha's arm wrapped tightly around it and a foreign gun held close to her head.
Geraldo's eyes went wide and he refirmed his aim on Darrin's head. "She dies Sinclair and his blood is on your hands."
"You really think I care about that? What is she worth to you Geraldo? To keep her alive and safe? Is she worth your surrender, giving up my friend?" She pressed the gun to Alessandra's head. Alessandra Montcalvez started babbling in portuguese at her husband, begging it sounded like.
"I'm past caring right now what happens to her. Either you let him go or I swear to god I'll kill her. LOOK AT ME GERALDO, you know I will. I killed your brother without a thought and I'll do it to her too."
This was a side of Litha that Frank hadn't seen before. Ruthless, cold-blooded. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Slowly he stood up and moved over to Litha's side.
"Frank, get out of here. Go on and get into the limo with Jake and Alex. We'll be right behind you."
He looked at her skeptically. When she turned her head and gave him a 'go or I'll shoot you' look, he backed up and made for the door.
"What's it going to be Montcalvez?"
Montcalvez looked at his men. He couldn't risk the life of the woman he loved. He quickly told them to throw their weapons out where she could see them. They all did so and stood up, hands in the air.
"Good boys. Now let Darrin go."
Montcalvez glared at her. Litha responded by pushing Alessandra to arm's length and putting the gun to the back of her head with a click of the hammer. Geraldo's hand fell back from Darrin's head and he let him go. Darrin hurried out past Litha towards the car.
Litha backed up slowly, her left hand pulling out her personal weapon as she did. Both guns were trained on Montcalvez and his wife. Out of the corner of her eye she could see one of the hired guards reaching for a dropped pistol on the floor.
"Tch. no no m'boy." Litha squeezed off a shot at the man as her back hit the door. Montcalvez raised his gun to her at the same time Alessandra tried to run towards him. All Litha heard as she kicked the door closed was Geraldo Montcalvez's screams. He'd killed his own wife by accident.
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