His Mafia Prince
Chapter 100: The Ones You Least Expect

When the door at the top of the stairs opens, I hear a thud of boots on the steps. The blood is rushing to my head so fast that it’s hard to hear. I grab the fishing pole, hoping that it does the job as I expected it to. The variables are too many so it is almost impossible to feel confident. Relying on Arlo also terrifies me because I’m not aware of his capabilities. We can’t communicate by looking at each other. All in banking on are hopes that he has good instincts on when to strike.

The two younger alphas from yesterday reach the bottom of the stairs and head past us. They stop a few feet away, probably waiting for their eyes to adjust to the dark. Just like l thought. I see Dalton too, although he hesitates for a bit and stands back. All three approach the cot at the end of the room, and Arlo springs from his hiding spot and attacks the alpha nearest to him.

Being that Arlo caught the guy by surprise, he manages to spear the guy square in his face. A horrifying gurgling sound escapes the guy as blood splatters on the side of his cheek. Arlo doesn’t budge or hesitate. He yanks the pole out of the first alpha and as the guy falls to the ground, he slams it on the second alpha.

The first alpha has barely hit the ground when I lunge at Dalton. He growls loudly and begins to take a leap towards the stairs behind him. I ram the rod on the side of his neck. He must notice my presence because he raises his arm instinctively at the last second. The pole stabs through his upper arm and he grunts in pain. I swear under my breath because I missed my target, which was his eye socket. Arlo continues wrestling with the second alpha as I yank off the pole attached to Dalton’s arm, trying to pull it out so that I can yank it into his eye socket again.

A loud bang rings in my ears as a gun discharges beside me and for a few seconds, I can’t hear. No bullets rip through my flesh. What I’m not sure about however is whether Arlo has been hit or not. Even so, I can’t stop to find out. I manage to yank the pole out of Dalton’s arm and try to jab it against his throat again, but the fucker manages to block me. I snarl and kick the side of his leg sideways. The sound of a bone snapping is loud enough. Dalton screams as he falls to the ground.

I’m still not sure whether Arlo has been hit or not. So, I sneak a quick glance and find him wrestling for the gun. The guy is more built and more burly than Arlo. He is muscle-bound. I realize that he is winning the fight and my gut churns. He is inches away from blowing the omega’s brains off. I should just finish off Dalton but for some reason, I’m drawn to helping Arlo. I swear, diving towards them and shoving the gun away from Arlo’s face.

The gun goes off and for a moment, Arlo looks stunned. He isn’t sure whether he has been hit or not. I summon all the strength left in me and punch the alpha’s head as hard as I can. He falls to the ground unconscious. Arlo grabs the gun off the guy’s hand and stands over him. He puts a bullet in his face. Gore and blood shoot from below his head.

My attention snaps back to Dalton who is still lying on the ground. He is still as a corpse and is not making any noises. I’m about to shove the fishing pole in my hands into his skull when Arlo slips in a pool of blood, which ultimately makes him stumble into me. I frown at him. He is covered in blood splatters and sweat. He opens his mouth as if to speak but before he can say any word, I hear another loud clang from behind me. I swing around, only to find Dalton sitting up, holding the gun and looking murderous as hell.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It’s by miracle that the first shot missed us. Dalton begins to fire the weapon wildly and Arlo cries out. The gun he was holding hits the floor and Arlo cusses, holding his hand as blood dripping through his fingers. We don’t have the time to find the gun that Arlo dropped, we need to leave this cell right this minute. Before Dalton’s aim improves.

Dalton fires again and I shove Arlo up the stairs. The wall next to my head splinters as a bullet whips against it. I scramble fast after Arlo, fully expecting to feel a bullet rip through my spine. It’s only by a miracle that we make it up the stairs without dying. Perhaps it was Dalton’s injured leg that slowed him down because, by all rights, we were sitting ducks on those stairs.

We burst into the kitchen and sprint towards the door to the far end. I expect Arlo to follow me but instead, he stops and kneels next to a body on the ground. There’s a massive pool of blood surrounding the body. Arlo looks rattled.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask, glancing back at the cellar door uneasily. "we need to get out of here. Now."

"It is...M...Marcus. I think he is alive." Arlo stutters. "I think I just saw him move."

"Are you nuts?" I growl, moving towards him. "Even if he is alive we can’t help him now. Come on, Arlo. We need to go."

It is then that Dalton manages to crawl up the stairs, his face red and his veins bulging. He sees us and then snarls, pulling the trigger. The bullets ring and ping off the stove to the refrigerator. Arlo is still wallowing over his dead friend when I grab a hold of him and haul him with me out back the door of the cabin. There’s a black BMW in the dirt driveway, and I scramble towards it but then when I try the door, I find it locked.

Of course, it is.

Bullets kick up the dirt near my feet. I have no choice but to abandon the car. Arlo follows me closely as I bolt for the thick pine trees a few feet away. That is great because I’m done babysitting him. He can either follow me or he is on his own. I don’t have the time or luxury to coddle him now. This is life or death and I need to save myself