Arranged Dominant Love novel Chapter 36

Antonio

When crisis fall over the mansion all I was worried about was, Arielle. I found myself anxious to search for her and I relieve ran through me when I saw her.

Once I reassured myself she is out of danger the concern decreases by turning into reckless desires of destroying the rivals.

I send her home with Riccardo.

The electricity is gone and it's barely able to recognize my men within the darkness. I have no idea who are those motherfuker who brought war under my mansion. How did they enter here?

Under the lightless fight I can scent the filthy rage of the Bratva members. Taking out my gun from the back belt I begin to shot. The lights turns on and an incredible disaster explode through my view. There's a dozen of dead corpses laying on the floor with a river of blood flowing around the floor.

The tenderness of gratitude enlightens my strength when I spot all my soldiers standing around the hall. Under a second another round of rivals begin to fire.

The sound of the exploding glass cause me to go immediately on high-alert. I'd been at this before, but never in my own mansion. We are under attack.

"Get down," I shout.

More shots are firing. Chaos ensues as bullets embedded themselves behind our heads. I curse under my breath. I can hardly see anything over the splinter wood that fills the air as the large solid wooden door blown apart.

I crawl across the floor as best I can, using all my years of training to clear my head.

"I can't see shit!" I yell. I sneer as I feel a hot heat across my shoulder blade. I know that a bullet has graze me, but I ignore it. I don't have time to focus on my own pain. One wrong move and I'll be dead.

I feel another sharp sting and this time I was sure that I have been hit as a deep, fiery pain radiates from my shoulder.

Whoever was shooting at us was going to be in for a rude awakening when I got my hands on them. My 9MM might not have been much in the face of a machine gun, but I'd been shooting since I was old enough to handle the recoil.

Whoever was shooting at us was focusing on the front of the house, I can creep off into the interior, but that wouldn't solve the problem. So, I crawl back towards the front doorway. I need a cleaner shot.

I level my gun, ready to blow the head off whoever dare threaten me in my family home, but the second the man in a dark suit came into view, I realize he is one of my soldiers team.

"Jesus." I lower my gun just slightly. "I could have shot you."

"Are you alright, sir?"

Walking over the bodies of some of our men make me wince, but I have to ignore them.

The sniper had been hiding in one of the trees. When I shot him, he fell into the rose bushes my mother planted years ago. Looking at them now, damaged and covered in blood, my desire to murder grow.

"Let's see who you are." I lean down and grip the sniper's mask.

"What the hell?" I said to myself. "He the man of the Macksacova family.