Dealer and his Bestowed Bride (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 2) by Avery Hawkes

as he noticed the rifle hanging out the window.
    Fear made me pull the trigger.
    I watched in the scope as he fell onto his desk, spilling his coffee onto his expensive laptop. After a few struggled breaths, he was still. My shoulders rose and fell with silent sobs and the room was silent.  
    “She did it,” Rob said behind me, walking up to Tony. “She did the job, like I said.”
    “Thanks for that,” he replied, then once again I felt the barrel of the pistol, this time on my back. It was still hot from the recent shot.
    Now that I had done their dirty work, I was expendable.  
    “Hey!” Rob pushed him, and the gun fired again, luckily missing me since he had been knocked off balance.  
    It was my chance. Time slowed down as I rose from my seat, then swung around toward where Tony and Rob were struggling for the weapon.  
    Tony didn’t notice me until it was too late.  
    The silencer muffled the sound of the bullet leaving the weapon. It went through the man’s leg, sending him to the ground. He screamed, the bullet from the high powered rifle sending a spray of red across the wooden planks of the apartment, and blasting a hole into the wall behind.  
    As he fell to the ground, Rob was able to wrestle the pistol from his hands and finished the job. I turned away.
    The world felt like it was vibrating around me. I stepped over from my chair, watching as the pool of blood grew larger on the floor.  
    “What the FUCK?” Alfy’s voice rang from the entrance of the room. My instincts kicked in as we all reached for our fire arms. Whoever drew first would be the one to survive.  
    Alfy lost. Rob had shot him, once, twice, then three times.
    I watched in horror, not pulling my trigger.
    When all was said and done, we stood over the two bodies of Rob’s supposed friends.  
    My eyes were wide as I turned to Rob, mouth open. There was nothing to say. He had taken something from me, because of his own stupidity and shortsightedness.  
    “Hey!” The voice sounded from below. “Your ride’s here!”
    Footsteps from the stairs reached my ears and I readied my gun. Rob held out his arm and shook his head. He wouldn’t let me kill his friends, but was fine with some Mafia goons coming up to see we killed their men?  
    I scoffed at him and kept the gun ready. As they neared the door, Rob threw the gun on the ground toward Tony and raised his hands up.  
    One man stepped into the door and Rob got in the way as I was ready to shoot, facing me as though I was going to murder him like he murdered the men below us.  
    “Piper, please-” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual.  
    The man who walked in was middle-aged, with horn-rimmed glasses. He had a gun in hand, but it was by his side. It was a small handgun that looked like it belonged in a purse more than a Mafioso's hand.
    “Mr. Armento, thank God you’re here!” Rob said. “Please help, s-she snapped-”
    I stiffened. Yes, I had shot Tony in the leg, but only because he was going to kill me first. Rob had been the one to end their lives. It was like the man across the room was driving a knife into my heart and I didn’t know what to do.  
    The man who entered the apartment glanced me up and down. I kept my rifle trained on him, just in case he made the wrong move.  
    Suddenly, the older man threw his weapon on the ground and then kicked it toward me.
    “Piper, I’ve heard much about you.” His voice had an Italian accent, but he was still well-spoken and eloquent. “The fifth woman to graduate as an air force sniper, top in your class, 22 years old, deathly allergic to cucumber.”
    My gun slowly lowered as the man listed off things about me. I blinked slowly.
    “Who are you?”
    “My name is Mr. Armento. I WAS here to pick you up after your job, but it looks like things got a bit messy in the process.” He motioned to the dead men.  
    “She j-just turned on them, killed them both.” Rob said. If a twist of a knife could be words,