Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Keep The Last One Alive

The house fell into an oppressive silence. Massimo carefully parted the curtain just enough to peer outside. Shadows shifted beyond the glass, confirming his suspicions. He glanced over his shoulder and silently raised four fingers, signaling to Carol that there were at least four intruders.

Carol nodded once, tightening her grip on the revolver. They exchanged a brief look. Then, with a deafening crash, the front door was kicked down.

Carol fired first. The thunderous report of her revolver echoed through the house as she squeezed off two precise shots, the first one dropped to the ground instantly. Her gunfire provided Massimo with the opening he needed. Rising from his crouch, he fired through the window, shattering the glass as he took aim at the men advancing from outside.

One attacker dropped instantly, another scrambling for cover behind a vehicle. Massimo ducked back down, reloading swiftly as Carol swiped a speedloader through the floor at him. He glanced toward Carol and raised a single finger.

Carol shifted her position, crouching lower beside the kitchen cabinet as spent casings clinked softly against the floor. She listened intently, trying to distinguish movement from the ringing in her ears.

Massimo, meanwhile, scanned the room. He rotated in a slow three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sweep, his muscles taut and ready, ensuring no threat had slipped past their defenses. Satisfied that the immediate danger from the front had lessened, he moved to stand slightly in front of Carol, shielding her with his body.

Carol leaned closer and whispered. "Keep the last one alive."

Massimo frowned. "Why?"

"Someone has to tell you it isn’t my son doing this. You think my son will do this?! You stupid fool!" Carol hissed.

"How about a bet?" he began. "If it’s your son, I fuck you. If it’s not, you fuck me."

Carol shot him a withering glare. "Asshole."

Before he could respond, she surged to her feet with surprising agility. She reached for the kitchen counter, snatched the knife she had been using to slice carrots, and let out a fierce war cry. She hurled the blade toward the staircase.

A sharp cry of pain followed as the knife embedded itself in the thigh of the last intruder, who stumbled forward and collapsed onto the steps. His weapon clattered uselessly beside him.

Massimo let out a low whistle of admiration, revolver trained on the wounded man. "Remind me never to piss you off," he muttered.

Carol moved beside him. "What the hell have you been doing for the past twenty years?"

They stopped a few feet away from the last man, their weapons unwavering. Massimo glanced sideways at Carol, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Excellent," he said softly. "You’ve forgotten nothing."

Carol snorted. "Finish this and get the fuck out of my house," she replied. "What the hell am I supposed to tell my neighbours? That my ex-lover attracts chaos?"

Massimo chuckled under his breath. "You wish I was your ex." Then he crouched beside the intruder. He grabbed the man by the collar. "Who sent you?" he demanded, pressing the cold barrel of his revolver against the man’s temple.

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