Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 181

We find out that we’re currently in the basement, and that is directly underneath the cafeteria. It’s a big maze of storage equipment and machinery. There is a dumb waiter but unfortunately for us, it’s broken.

“Exactly how broken is it?” Mum quizzes.

Lola shrugs. “Broken enough that they weren’t concerned about blocking it off.”

Mum smirks. “Perfect.”

We work out roughly how many men Pedro has, to how many we have on the inside and then within ten minutes we have a plan and we’re ready to go. Whilst Mum follows the others upstairs to confront the cafetería doors head on, I’m on my way up the dumb waiter. It wasn’t too hard to pull the boards out of and once they are clear, I’m able to spider monkey my way up the walls. With my back and hands against one side and my feet on the other, I slowly make my way up, up and up. Thankfully it’s only one floor and now I’m just perched here waiting for my cue. My cue being a single gunshot. That’s my Mamma, I think as I jam my knife into the underside of the little door and pry it up quickly. I pounce out like a little ninja and take in my surroundings. I’ve landed in the kitchen but it’s just one door away from where I need to be. I quickly cross the room and peak out the swinging doors. Oh this will be fun. I push one side open just enough that I can pull back the big mother fucker in front of the other by his collar. He stumbles, and as the doors swing shut again I slice my blade through the back of his ankle. He yells in pain, but it’s lost in the screams from outside the room. He reaches for me and I step towards him, smiling at I jam my knife up through the bottom of his next and to his jaw. Leaving one big, long, flowing gash, spewing blood as he chokes, clutching at his neck as he falls back. “Pleasure to meet you!” I wave as I push back through the doors and everyone has their backs to me, focusing on the pure destruction in front of them as Mom charges headfirst, a knife in one hand, a gun in the other as she slits one guys throat and shoots another in the eye. She flips and twirls and kicks people in all the right places as others fall in behind her, taking some of the weight. Meanwhile I slink right up behind Pedro, of course the pussy would be at the back of the crowd now, cowering behind his men. I stab my knife through the hand that holds a gun sideways at Anna. As expected, his fingers slip off the gun and I catch it, tossing it to her stunned self as I wink and press my own gun right between his eyes. I hear her shooting down a couple of guys close to us and I feel secure enough to focus on just one person.

“Hello, Pedro.” I smirk. “Would you mind telling your guys to put down their weapons?”

“No need, baby girl, they’ll all be dead in a minute anyway.” Mom yells out as she probably slaughters another asswipe from the face of this earth. I don’t dare to look away from my prey. “On your knees then.”

Ariana

Now THIS is a fucking rush. Gosh I haven’t felt this alive in years! I mean don’t get me wrong. I loved being a stay at home Mom, and a Donna to the family all these rather peaceful years, but this, fuck me, it’s like riding a bike. Or more like a motorbike, through a ring of fire and then maybe one of those cages where they do the loop–de–loops while someone stands in the middle. What a fucking rush! The first slice of my knife through a throat was just a tease to my system, the next was where the real fun began, and now I’m dancing through a crowd of men who thought that for whatever reason, they we’re going to play the big bad wolf on my sweet little baby girl. Not today mother fucker, I think as I go full Isla style and pop my knife into one guy’s eye socket and pop it free. I see why she did that now; it’s definitely satisfying. I kick him hard in the chest as I let him fall and scream to his death. One of you can at least die a little slowly. It’s a moment of distraction and I pay for it was a solid punch in the side of my jaw. I round in on that unlucky fellow, laughing as I shake off the pain and pounce on him. Sure I could just shoot him, but when am I going to get this chance again to live out my glory days. I deliver a series of hits to his stomach, making him double over, leaving his silly little face right in line for my fist. I punch his nose that hard it breaks, dislodging into his brain and killing him. I turn around to find another victim to find there’s just one left as the other’s are finishing off their own opponents. I watch as Anna runs to Adrian and they embrace tearfully in a big bear hug where her feet leave the floor. How sweet, it makes me think of my sons and how much. they would love to be here for their sister right now, alas, they needed to stay at home and hold down fort there. I quickly shake of those thoughts, pulling myself back into the moment and then I focus on Isla. She has Pedro on his knees, her

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