Chapter 72 Chapter 72

Leo's POV

Two days later Luca and I were stood in the streets of Seattle.

The last 48 hours had been enough to drive anyone off the edge. Five

of my commanders had been attacked, one shot in the shoulder but

none killed. Between attacks, no one had any idea where he was or

what he was doing and we still weren't entirely what game he was

playing but at long last he'd been seen leaving the territory towards

Seattle, presumably to head back to Mexico.

Our objective now: stop the motherfucker ever leaving the country.

I had men all over the city, all armed with guns. As far as we knew, there

was only two of them: Andrea and the big gunman everybody

unfortunate enough to recieve a home invasion had described

Taking him down shouldn't be difficult but finding him was an issue. He

was a slimy thing with a habit of disappearing and in a city as large and

busy as Seattle, it was a nearly impossible task.

"How's Ella?" Luca asked me as we stood leant against a wall on a street

that led to the docks, scanning every passer-by.

"She's been better," I replied. "And I'm angry because I should be there

to comfort her but I'm not because of this Mexicunt wreaking havoc on

my pack.”

"Hey, enough with the racist slurs! My Grandmother was half Cuban,"

Luca said. "A cunt will suffice in future.”

"How is that at all relevant?” I asked.

"They speak Spanish there," he replied. "You know where else they

speak Spanish? Mexico."

"They speak English in Australia. Does that mean calling Australians

'kangaroo-fucking digeridoos’ is offensive to the French grandson of an

English man?" I asked.

Luca paused in thought.

"I see your point, Alpha,” he said finally. "Kangaroo-fucking

digeridoos?"

"It was just an example.”

"Did you know that there are twice as many kangaroos in Australia as

humans meaning that there are four times as many kangaroos as

women meaning that you could either fuck four kangaroos or one

woman," Luca said.

Before I even had chance to decide how on earth I was meant to

respond to myself he'd carried on with his own conversation.

"Although that's assuming you wouldn't mind fucking a male kangaroo

which realistically if you're willing to fuck a kangaroo you're probably

not gonna be concerned about its gender. Some believe homosexuality

is a sin but if you're already gonna commit beastiality surely no one

would worry about throwing in some dick on dick action.? And by no

means do I have anything against LGBTQ+. Dick away for all I care. But

the whole kangaroo thing? Not for me. Although I wonder whether

you'd get less STDs from a kangeroos anus than a human's-"

"Do you see that man over there?” I said, unfortunately, interrupting

Luca.

Across the street and a few buildings down walked a man. He was tall in

a black suit with black hair and tanned skin. He wore sunglasses but it

was certainly him.

"Martinez," Luca confirmed. “For sure. He's inhumanely tall."

I pulled Luca down behind a parked car and pulled my radio to my lips.

"Spotted Martinez walking West along 28th Avenue towards the docks,”

I said. "Prepare to shoot. I want him dead. Do not let him get away."

I then shuffled to the edge of the car and positioned my gun, aiming at

a spot on the street I knew Andrea would walk into any second now.

"Alpha, these streets are so busy. Start a shoot out and an innocent

could get killed," Luca pointed out.

"And if he survives my family and my pack members could get shot. I'm

willing to take the risk of losing a few humans. There's far too many of

them anyway," I replied.

Luca nodded, "Whatever you say, Alpha.”

A few seconds later, Martinez stepped into my aim and I shot.

"Fuck," I cursed. The bullet had just missed him but obviously he had

heard.

He pulled out his gun and sent a shower of bullets our way, not taking

as much care as I had to avoid the other users of the street. I shot back

and the big man with him dropped straight to the floor gasping as

blood gushed from his throat.

Andrea looked down and examined the body with his dark eyes,

completely emotionlessly before taking one more look over to us and

turning on his heel.

"Go, go, go," I said to Luca and we both raced across the street after

him.

He was fast but the people on the streets were in his way. He growled

and shoved them out the way but as Luca and I ran along the road

where it was much less busy, we were quickly gaining distance on him.

That was until he ducked into a side street and we had to bustle across

the sidewalk to follow him.

When we reached the street he was still in sight. He turned around,

pulling two guns from his belt and shot at us, forcing us to take cover

behind a parked van.

"Martinez is heading North down Barley street,” I barked into my radio.

"Unit 24, stay vigilant and prepare to shoot.”

I then peeked around the van to see that he had continued running and

signalled to Luca for us to carry on. A few minutes later, I heard the

bullets of unit 24 as we reached the end of Barley street where they

were stationed.

"Do you see him?" I asked Luca, taking a moment to pause and catch

my breath as I reloaded my gun.

"No..." he said scanning the area. "Fuck. Have we lost him?"

"How could he have survived the shots from 12 of my men?" I asked.

"That man is immortal I swear," Luca replied.

"Alpha," the voice of one of my men said on my radio. "We see him.

Heading straight for the docks."

"Surround the perimeter. He can not be allowed to get on a boat," I

ordered. "And I want a unit on every boat due to depart for the next

hour in case the slimy thing slips through.”

"Yes, Alpha," the voice replied before Luca and I turned around and

headed to the docks ourselves.

It was a ten minutes run but I could do it in five. I'd have to leave Luca

behind and sacrifice his cover but it was worth it for minimising

Martinez's chance of escaping me...again.

So I raced through the streets and five minutes later, I spotted him from

across the docks. He was handing a worker in a boiler suit a wad of

cash as he pointed to a large boat at the end of the harbour.

I was far too far away for an accurate shot. It would just be a waste of

ammunition and before I could creep any closer, he looked up and saw

me. His lips curled into a smile before he waved and began to run

towards the boat the worker had pointed to

None of my men were here yet. It was just me against him.

So I chased after him, shooting and shooting. But I'd only been using

guns for a few months and I had not perfected my shot. For me, hitting

a moving target that far away as I ran too was practically impossible.

But I was gaining on him. I was taller, older and as we had established

in our last fight, stronger too. Had the distance to the boat been longer

and I would have caught him.

But it wasn't.

And the boat was already reversing out. The gap between land and the

boat was ever-increasing.

Martinez began to sprint even faster than before and he was still at

least 100 metres ahead of me. He reached the edge of the harbour and

leapt towards the boat over a good ten metres of space, narrowly

avoiding the high drop down into the grey, rough water below.

Considering he only made it by a couple of inches, by the time I

reached the platform ten seconds later, it was too late.

He had landed on his front on the deck but quickly scrambled behind a

crate on the boat. But it wasn't big enough to completely cover him so I

shot once and missed. Then when I tried again having adjusted my grip,

taken a moment to breath and aimed properly, no bang sounded.

My gun was out of bullets and I didn't even have any more rounds to

reload with.

I angrily smashed the gun down onto the concrete floor and it cracked

into three pieces before I looked up to the boat, still moving away to

see him waving and smiling.

"See you soon, Loren!" he called. "Tell your bitch I'm coming for her!"

I let out a growl and just glared back at him as he laughed more.

Half a minute later, Luca caught up with me and immediately began

shooting out to sea.

"There's no point," I said. "He's too far away. We lost him...again."