Exploding: A Mafia Romance (The O'Keefe Family Collection #1) by Tuesday Embers Page A
Authors: Tuesday Embers
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“Let her go!” Vince and Killian shouted as one. Then Vince held his hand out to Killian, who switched between training his gun on the kidnapper, and pointing it at Vince, whom he assumed had betrayed him. Vince tried to keep his voice level. “Killian, let us handle him. Gino’s a low man who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“He’s got four seconds to put her down,” Killian shouted, a wild look in his eyes.
The man with greasy black hair was sweating, clutching Fallyn around the neck tighter than he meant to. He was cutting off her air, and since he was far taller, she could barely touch her toes to the ground. With each jerk of his arm, she was lifted off the ground, making a gulp of air impossible. She reached above her and tried to claw at his eyes, but missed and got a handful of his hair. She yanked hard, fighting with everything in her as she slowly suffocated at the hands of a man she’d never even met.
Vince was livid. “Put her down, Gino! I asked them to come here. I told them these streets were safe for this delivery truck.”
“They shouldn’t be here, Vince! Papa D would never’ve let this trash in! They can’t leave here, bragging that they made it out without a scratch. Before you know it, the whole place’ll be crawling with Micks.”
Fallyn nailed Gino with her elbow to his gut, which forced him to lower her a few inches. She did not expect him to squeeze her tighter, pull a gun out of his back pocket and hold it to her temple.
“Control your people!” Killian yelled at Vince, furious that things had gotten so far out of hand.
Vince signaled with a single finger, and Angelo aimed straight ahead toward his target, meeting Fallyn’s eye and nodding once to show her that he wouldn’t let Gino kill her. He watched her face turn crimson all over again, watched her struggle and kick, despite the guns that were all pointing in her direction. Vince shouted above the horror, “Fallyn, stand still!”
It took a split second of evaluation to decide whether standing still would get the man holding her shot, or if it would make her a clearer target. Without knowing why or how she decided to trust Vince, she went limp in Gino’s grip.
Two seconds later there were gunshots.
Another half a second and there was a searing pain in her arm. Fallyn screamed as Gino dropped her to the concrete, his own body collapsing behind hers.
* * *
F allyn was scooped up in her brother’s arms, shaking with adrenaline, pain and terror. Killian carried her to Carrigan’s patrol car, which showed up minutes after the bullet shells clattered to the ground like so many chimes of judgment and doom.
Angelo was being cuffed by another cop while Killian, Finn, Seamus, Joey and Vince were questioned. Well, Seamus was supposed to be questioned, but he lost his temper and lunged for Angelo, yearning to get a good beating in before the stoic Italian henchman was sent to jail. “I’ll kill you for this! I’ll kill you, Angelo!” Seamus was restrained and put on the ground by yet another cop, who was trying to get to the bottom of what had happened.
Fallyn trembled with white-hot pain as Carrigan put pressure to her arm. “It’s okay. It’s alright,” Carrigan cooed, fearful his assurances might be false. “Can I look at it?”
Fallyn shook her head, not wanting to bleed all over his officer’s uniform. She was too afraid to look at her wound, not ready to see how deep the damage went. “It just grazed my arm. Angelo meant to only hit Gino. He just nicked me a little by accident.”
Carrigan cringed, wishing he was not wearing his uniform so he could go after the family without the code of the badge pulling his punches. “Is that your official statement, Fally? Because they’re going to let Angelo go if you don’t press charges.” He leaned into the back of his patrol car and pled with his sister. “Press charges, Fally. You don’t know that he wasn’t aiming for you and missed
“Let her go!” Vince and Killian shouted as one. Then Vince held his hand out to Killian, who switched between training his gun on the kidnapper, and pointing it at Vince, whom he assumed had betrayed him. Vince tried to keep his voice level. “Killian, let us handle him. Gino’s a low man who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“He’s got four seconds to put her down,” Killian shouted, a wild look in his eyes.
The man with greasy black hair was sweating, clutching Fallyn around the neck tighter than he meant to. He was cutting off her air, and since he was far taller, she could barely touch her toes to the ground. With each jerk of his arm, she was lifted off the ground, making a gulp of air impossible. She reached above her and tried to claw at his eyes, but missed and got a handful of his hair. She yanked hard, fighting with everything in her as she slowly suffocated at the hands of a man she’d never even met.
Vince was livid. “Put her down, Gino! I asked them to come here. I told them these streets were safe for this delivery truck.”
“They shouldn’t be here, Vince! Papa D would never’ve let this trash in! They can’t leave here, bragging that they made it out without a scratch. Before you know it, the whole place’ll be crawling with Micks.”
Fallyn nailed Gino with her elbow to his gut, which forced him to lower her a few inches. She did not expect him to squeeze her tighter, pull a gun out of his back pocket and hold it to her temple.
“Control your people!” Killian yelled at Vince, furious that things had gotten so far out of hand.
Vince signaled with a single finger, and Angelo aimed straight ahead toward his target, meeting Fallyn’s eye and nodding once to show her that he wouldn’t let Gino kill her. He watched her face turn crimson all over again, watched her struggle and kick, despite the guns that were all pointing in her direction. Vince shouted above the horror, “Fallyn, stand still!”
It took a split second of evaluation to decide whether standing still would get the man holding her shot, or if it would make her a clearer target. Without knowing why or how she decided to trust Vince, she went limp in Gino’s grip.
Two seconds later there were gunshots.
Another half a second and there was a searing pain in her arm. Fallyn screamed as Gino dropped her to the concrete, his own body collapsing behind hers.
* * *
F allyn was scooped up in her brother’s arms, shaking with adrenaline, pain and terror. Killian carried her to Carrigan’s patrol car, which showed up minutes after the bullet shells clattered to the ground like so many chimes of judgment and doom.
Angelo was being cuffed by another cop while Killian, Finn, Seamus, Joey and Vince were questioned. Well, Seamus was supposed to be questioned, but he lost his temper and lunged for Angelo, yearning to get a good beating in before the stoic Italian henchman was sent to jail. “I’ll kill you for this! I’ll kill you, Angelo!” Seamus was restrained and put on the ground by yet another cop, who was trying to get to the bottom of what had happened.
Fallyn trembled with white-hot pain as Carrigan put pressure to her arm. “It’s okay. It’s alright,” Carrigan cooed, fearful his assurances might be false. “Can I look at it?”
Fallyn shook her head, not wanting to bleed all over his officer’s uniform. She was too afraid to look at her wound, not ready to see how deep the damage went. “It just grazed my arm. Angelo meant to only hit Gino. He just nicked me a little by accident.”
Carrigan cringed, wishing he was not wearing his uniform so he could go after the family without the code of the badge pulling his punches. “Is that your official statement, Fally? Because they’re going to let Angelo go if you don’t press charges.” He leaned into the back of his patrol car and pled with his sister. “Press charges, Fally. You don’t know that he wasn’t aiming for you and missed
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