Chapter 83 Chapter 83

Leo's POV

Blair and I leapt behind our truck, ducking low, as another round of

machine-gun fire was sent our way.

We breathed heavily pressing our backs against the armoured metal.

The bombs laid on the roads and around the border had all been

detonated by the first fleet of Martinez's men meaning now there was a

free passage for hundreds more to flood in, all trigger happy and

ruthless.

We were struggling to hold them back and chaos had quickly gripped

the entire territory as we lost countless good soldiers, including every

man in my patrol except myself and Blair. It was now just the two of us

against a group of about a eight of Martinez's men and only a short

distance away, we could hear the fire and shouts of other patrols as

they fought just as we were.

"Any word of Martinez?" I asked Blair as I looked over to him

He shook his head, "No sign of him. But division three have some

prisoners. They might find something.”

"Fuck," I cursed, as the machine gun rain continued, "We both know

what Martinez is like with information. His men don't know shit."

"So what do we do?" Blair asked, "This is already a blood bath.”

"All we can do is keep fighting,” I replied, "And hope the bastard shows

his face at some point.”

Just then, the machine-gun fire finally stopped and I gripped my gun,

"Good luck,” I said to my Beta with a nod before marching out and

firing ruthlessly to the enemy men desperately trying to reload the

machine-gun.

With a combined effort, Blair and I had them all dead in seconds.

I glanced around, checking for any more before lowering my gun and

taking a deep breath.

But just as I was relaxing, thinking we'd killed them all, I heard the

clapping of a pair of hands only metres from us.

"Bravo, Leonardo," A voice said, "You're good with a gun.”

I snapped my eyes over to the voice to see a tall, dark-haired man

carelessly stepping over the bodies of Martinez's men, prodding their

lolling heads with his foot.

"What the fuck..." I muttered under my breath, "Why is it always you,

Luciano? Why do you always reappear unannounced?”

He let out a short laugh before he looked at the death and destruction

around us.

"So it looks like Andrea Martinez's obsession with your girl has

developed to yet another extreme length..." he said in an almost

amused tone, like the loss of all this life meant nothing to him.

"Are you just here to watch the show or...?" I asked.

He paused for a second, "No," he said, "I'm here because I thought you

might want to know something about Martinez's plan. I've been

working with him you see.”

I clenched my jaw and paused.

I knew Luciano was twisted and manipulative but we were running

pretty low on options here. Whatever he knew could be the difference

between the saving and losing this pack.

"And who's side exactly are you on?" I questioned.

"Neither," he said with a shrug before delving his hands into his pocket,

"I plan to ensure you and Martinez both kill each other so I can take

everything you have without even breaking a sweat.”

At least he's honest.

"..But right now...it's looking like Martinez is gonna take an easy win."

I narrowed my eyes

"And does he know you're medalling on both sides?"

Luciano laughed, "He doesn't trust me. Not even a little," he said before

putting on a scornful smirk, “The only person that's ever been dumb

enough to trust me is you.”

"Then why would he have told you anything of use to me?"

"Oh, he didn't," he replied, his eyes glinting, "It's what I told him."

I exchanged looks with Blair.

"And what the fuck did you tell him?" I asked.

"Has that gun still got bullets in it?" he questioned, the smile still on his

lips as he glanced down to the gun I gripped tightly in my hands.

"Tell me Luciano,” I hissed, "Stop wasting my time."

"I gave him the coordinates to the three bunkers," he said.

My stomach clenched and churned as I froze.

"..and I'm guessing by the look on your face...you have indeed hidden

your family in one of them," he said, "So predictable-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I seized his throat and threw him

into a tree.

"What?" he asked with a laugh, "Did you forget I used to be one of your

most trusted men?"

I slammed his head into the tree and blood dripped down his neck.

"I can't decide if I should kill you now quickly or wait until I have time to

make it slow and painful,” I growled in his ear.

He only grinned more despite how weak and injured I had rendered

him.

"You don't have time for revenge, Leonardo," he said, "Martinez could

be finding your Luna and your little kids as we speak...and what are you

doing to help them? Beating up your oldest, most loyal friend..."

Irritatingly, he was right. Fucking him up wasn't my priority right now.

I had to get to Ella and our children before Martinez did.