ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 46: ★Boris is alive★

Chapter 46: ★Boris is alive★

~Chapter 46~

ROMEO

Climbing back into the sleek, black sedan, I lit up a cigarette, the flame from the lighter casting a warm glow on my face.

Glancing out the window, gazing up at the night sky as the car glided smoothly out of the cemetery’s winding driveway.

The trees, adorned with leaves that rustled softly in the evening breeze, faded to a blur into the darkness.

It’s that time of the month again, a ritual I’d performed for years, when I’d visit the old couple who lay resting in the cemetery.

Bringing flowers, my mom favorite blooms, and a bottle of fine whiskey to keep my dad company, a small gesture to honor their memory.

The familiar routine brought comfort, a brief respite from the chaos that often surrounded me but it also brought pain, anger and more fuel to avenge them.

Inhaling deeply, trying to get my mind off the oldies, the smoke from my cigarette curled upwards, weaving through the car’s interior.

I looked down at my phone screen as it lit up, brightening the dark leather seats. Antonio’s name flashed on the screen, and I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he wanted at this late hour and when he knew I didn’t want to be bothered.

I clicked the answer button as I brought it to my ear. Dragging in a smoke, I answered with a curt "Si?"

The sound of Antonio’s voice was immediate, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

"ROMEO! You need to get out of the car right now!" Antonio’s voice was shrill, screaming into my eardrum but before I could respond, a deafening explosion shook the ground.

The blast wave rocked the car, making it shudder and lurch to one side.

Rabid gunfire followed, the staccato bursts echoing off the cemetery’s stone monuments. Antonio’s voice was a distant background noise, lost in the chaos.

I gazed out the window, my eyes scanning the darkness. Our car was surrounded, the shadows cast by the cemetery’s trees hiding the attackers.

The muzzle flashes from their guns illuminated the night, telling me their locations.

"Fuck," I muttered, there wasn’t any backup, not during my visit to the cemetery. I never came here with anyone except James, my driver. We were alone, and we were outnumbered

James swiftly retrieved his gun from the holster, his eyes moving to the surrounding threats.

I mirrored his action, pulling out my own pistol, the familiar weight of it a comforting presence in my hand.

Who the hell wants to see their creator this early for ambushing me, today of all days? Anger simmering beneath my surface.

I took one final drag on my cigarette, the smoke curling out of my mouth as I flicked the butt away.

Pushing open the car door in haste, these dense idiots couldn’t even wait for me to leave the cemetery.

The air was thick with smoke from the explosion, the acrid smell burning into my nostrils.

But it also gave me an advantage - the dense fog allowed me to move stealthily, unseen by the attackers.

I focused down at my baby -Gun- taking a deep breath, preparing to make a move, when a gunshot whizzed past my ear, the sound making me duck back into the car.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath. They got a fucking sniper, this motherfuckers really planned this through.

James appeared at my side, his gun at the ready, as I noticed my phone was still connected to the call with Antonio. He pushed the phone towards me and I took it.

"What!" I spat into the phone, frustration and annoyance etched in my voice.

Antonio’s words were a distant hum, a nagging reminder that he still thought I needed to be told what to do, even in the midst of a kill-or-die situation.

"Romeo, don’t do anything stupid, the car is bulletproof, so stay put. Backup is on the way," Antonio’s voice droned on, laced with a paternal concern that grated on my nerves.

He, of all people, should know better than to think I’d stay put and wait for rescue. That wasn’t how I operated.

These idiots who ambushed me are in for a treat, just wait and see, motherfuckers, I thought, a cold smile spreading across my face.

Antonio was still speaking but I cut him off "Be here before I’m done," I barked into the phone, cutting off his response.

Fucking old man, always trying to tell me to be safe, when he knew damn well the kind of job we were both in. I didn’t need his lectures or his concern.

I turned to James and nodded curtly. "Cover me." He returned the nod.

And with a quick movement, I stood up, shooting without hesitation, but with precision, taking out the cowards one by one.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the cemetery, the muzzle flashes illuminating the darkness.

I moved with a deadly efficiency, my training and experience guiding my every move.

Fuck, someone shot me in the shoulder, the searing pain radiating through my arm like wild fire.

I knew instantly that it was the fucking sniper, his bullet finding its mark. I gritted my teeth, biting back a curse as I hid back behind a nearby gravestone, the cold marble a welcome respite from the hail of bullets that kept raining down.

This was a blood bath, I reloaded my gun while I assessed the damage, pressing a hand to my shoulder, feeling the warmth of my own blood seeping through my fingers.

The wound was superficial, but it still stung like hell. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the fight ahead again.

James was firing away, I watched, impressed, as he took down attacker after attacker.

Good thing he wasn’t just a driver, but my bodyguard too. His skills were invaluable in a situation like this.

I took the view around the place, taking stock of the situation. There were about twenty of them, and I’d managed to take out seven.

If I was correct, about four more were injured, and James had taken out a few more.That left around ten, unless there were more snipers lurking in the shadows.

Pushing myself out from behind the gravestone, I began firing back. The sniper shot near me again, but I just smirked, noticing that he wasn’t aiming to kill me.

That was their mistake. They thought they could take me alive, but I had news for them: Romeo Salvatore didn’t get taken alive, it was kill or get killed.

They send their men after me, but not to kill me, no, that would be too easy. They want to capture me, to take me alive, to break me and have the ego to say they were the ones.

But that’s their mistake. They can’t kill me, and that’s what makes me so deadly. I know their tactics, their weaknesses, and I exploit them fully.

This realization boosted my adrenaline, fueling my my steps to take down the remaining attackers.

One by one, they dropped to the ground, their bodies crumpling under the rain of bullets. The sniper kept playing around with me, shooting near and closer to me but fuck him.

Some minutes ticked by, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of sirens and the occasional shots from gunfire.

Currently I hid behind a pillar, my eyes fixed on the sniper’s last known position. He was enraged now, literally foaming at the mouth, his shots wild and unpredictable. But I was patient, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The cemetery was a scene of carnage, the attackers’ bodies scattered across the grounds like discarded rag dolls.

James had retreated to the car, following my instructions to provide cover from a safe distance.

Now, I waited for Antonio to arrive, to bring in the backup and capture the damned sniper. I wanted him alive, wanted to know who was behind this ambush, and why.

Antonio better be on his way right now, I lit up a cigarette and looked down at my gun, the intricate engraving of my name on the barrel gleaming in the moonlight.

Romeo Salvatore, a name that commanded respect, inspired fear. I was a force to be reckoned with, and those who dared to cross me would suffer the consequences.

"Romeo!" The shout cut through the night air, and I scoffed, recognizing Antonio’s voice.

About time. I pushed myself out from behind the pillar, the sniper’s gunfire ceasing as Antonio’s unneeded team moved in.

The noise was a mixture of shouts, gunfire, and screeching tires, a symphony of chaos that signaled the end of the ambush.

He shouted my name again, and I walked slowly towards him. I reached his side and tapped his shoulder to get his attention, my eyes narrowing slightly.

"What!" I exclaimed, low and irritated. Old man doesn’t know when to chill and calm the fuck down.

He’s always worried, always on edge, like I’m his damned kid. I rolled my eyes inwardly.

He should really try getting married again, producing a kid to focus all his worries on. Someone who’d actually appreciate his concern.

Antonio turned to face me, his expression serious, his eyes somber which got me bothered.

I’m the serious one among us, the one who’s always on guard. And him looking this serious, even when he could clearly see I was okay – well, apart from the shoulder injury, I was okay – meant something was off.

This wasn’t about the ambush; this was something else entirely.

"Boris is alive," Antonio voice was low and grave and my eyes snapped to his, cigarette hanging down my lips.

Shock coursing through me like ice. What! That bastard was burnt to death, a smoldering corpse left in the ashes.

How the heck did he survive the fire? I felt a growl building in my throat as I processed the news.

Boris, that slippery, sadistic son of a bitch. I’d thought I’d finally rid myself of him, but it seemed he’d managed to cheat death once again.