Chapter 35
Lynn stared Maria down through the barrel of her gun. Just fucking pull the trigger, do it she ordered herself, hesitating. No matter what she held her gaze. She knew not to drop her eyes, it would show hesitation...maybe even fear.
A shot rang out and Lynn gasped falling to her knees grasping her side with her unarmed hand. Shocked she looked down at her hand, covered in blood. Oh God... her mind began to race, a million things running through at one time. She fell to the ground on her back and looked up to see her shooter.
"Oh my God..." her eyes widened.
"You seem surprised hun," her shooter replied.
Painfully she tried to crawl away but was stopped when Maria yanked her gun out of her hand.
"Thank you," Maria smiled as she walked over to join her companion. "What took you so long?" she asked never taking her eyes off Lynn.
"I had a pit stop along the way."
Maria aimed Lynn's own gun at her, "Any last words sweet heart?"
"You're dead...you just don't know it yet," Lynn breathed as a small amount of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Maria smirked, "What? You think Sands and Mariachi have somehow survived their little coup against DeMarco? Even if they did? They don't even know your situation."
"That's where you're wrong," Lynn informed.
Maria frowned.
Lynn smiled through her pain, "You were sloppy in not telling us how you were able to get away from DeMarco when you said that Angelo gave everything away. You might as well have told us you were working for DeMarco." She looked from Maria to her companion, "How could you do this?"
"Money," they replied plainly. "Money is what makes the world go round darlin'. It's not the good will of things it's greed, anything evil...without it...life would not exist."
Lynn's vision started to get blurry as the blood loss started to get to her. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she scooted across the room to lean against the table.
"Look at her, she's not so tough now is she?" Maria teased approaching Lynn with her gun still aimed. "You're pathetic...say goodnight." Before she could pull the trigger she was shot in the back of the head falling to the ground instantly, dead.
"I never really did like her much. She thought her shit didn't stink."
"You're crazy..." Lynn breathed panicking.
"No, I'm not crazy, I'm realistic. It's a dog eat dog world out there and if I have to kill someone to get away with something then, too bad for whoever I kill that day. We all gotta die some day."
Lynn looked at the gun laying at her feet but was brought out of her thought when the person in front of her whistled wagging their finger at her.
"Don't even think about it," they walked toward her bending down to retrieve the gun. "Now, we're gonna wait. Because unlike our unfortunate friend Maria here I know that Sands and Mariachi could take care of DeMarco and his men without breaking a sweat."
Please Jeff, hurry she prayed closing her eyes.
The person kneeling next to her smiled, "Come on now, you can't die till they get here."
She opened her eyes and met their eyes, "I hope you rot in hell..."
They just smiled, "Save me a seat."
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on staying conscience. I can make it...I can make it...she kept telling herself.
"You're falling asleep darlin', we can't have that now," they grabbed her by the head of the hair and yanked her to her feet making her cry out in pain. "You need to at least live long enough for Sands to hear you suffer."
She collapsed on the table spitting up blood.
"That was a bad idea amigo," Mariachi warned lowly.
Lynn's assailant turned to face Mariachi as Sands stepped into view with a look of pure anger and unbelief on his face.
"Jeff," she cried breathlessly.
"She's hurt," Mariachi said to Sands never taking his eyes off the person standing in front of him.
Sands stepped further into the room, slowly. It can't be...I won't believe it he told himself as he came to a stop a few feet away from Lynn and their mole.
"What's the matter Sands...you look like you've heard a ghost?"
"Lucas..."