Scarlett

Reaching the safe spot where all the SUVs will be parked, my adrenaline starts to rush. It's now.

There's a team to see if the outside of the house is clear for us to go in. The rest waits checking if they have everything.

"Kitten." I look behind me to see Mason and he nods signaling me to go to him.

"Here. They all can hear you." He handles me a small earpiece and I put it on my ear. "Thanks."

He leans down and pecks my lips, trapping my bottom lip in his and softly bitting. I smile at him pecking them again.

"If something happens there j-"

"Nothing is going to happen Mas. It's going to be all good." I reassure him, giving him a hard look and he nods.

"Guys. All clear, Move." We hear from the earpiece, and I lock my gaze with Mason. We both nod at each other and I leave going for the front door.

I see a single guard there, recognizing him immediately. He's the one who tricked me. Said it was from the Matteo Mafia but when we reached my home he blowed it up.

Going through his back I tap him on the shoulder and before he can see who I am, the back of my glock is hitting his head, knocking him out.

"All good." I say for the rest to hear and soon a hundred of armed men are coming to surround the house.

Mason counts to three and blows up the door sending a grenade inside. All the guys start to enter for every door and window possible, starting to shoot, and kill everyone.

We hear shouts from the inside of the house and as we get in I shoot two guys who are yelling something in Russian, they're body falling limp to the floor with a pool of blood around them.

I continue to walk, looking at every side. I continue to shoot, killing everyone who dares to appear in front of me.

Just like a thunder.

Reaching for a charger for the gun, I see a bulky guy pointing a gun towards me. As he shots I squat down to the floor and rapidly grabbing my other gun I shoot him on the dick, then on his head.

One more down.

The house is a completely mess, the sounds of yelling, bullets being fired and grenades being thrown is the only music on my ears.

Now I need to focus on finding that monster.

The floor of the main entrance is a party of dead bodies and blood. I step carefully, to not stain my sneakers with the blood, and continue shooting everything that breathes.

I see a team of Yaakov men running towards me so I grab my machine-gun and start to fire like a mad woman. In seconds they're all out cold, surrounded by their own blood.

Karma is a bitch.

I hear a bunch of 'it's all clear here' or 'mens down, all clear.' on my earpiece reassuring me that this isn't a dream and that we are winning.

I see a black door at the end of a hall, and speak to the guys, in case he's here. Going closer I lean my ear on the door.

"I'm under attack! I need a plane ready in thirty minutes, I'm running away!" Yaakov voice yells and I smirk.

That bitch doesn't know what's on the plate for him.

When he opens the door I point my two guns at him. One at the head other at the dick.

He stops, with wide eyes. "Black? I though I killed all your blood! " He yells dropping the cash bag on the floor.

"I'm back from hell. Isn't it great?" My smirk widens finally having him in front of me. His shocked face vanishes as a sick smile breaks on his face.

"Wanting to repeat the rounds of pleasure I gave you. We had a lot of fun, didn't we?" Clenching my jaw I hit him with the from of my gun hard on the nose. He grunts cupping it but blood falls to the white floor.

"You're a monster." I spat venously, and he laughs. "That doesn't hurt sweetheart." So focused on my anger I didn't realized he would kick me on the knee, bringing me down to the floor. Before I can get up he grabs my ponytail pushing me hard against the wall. I grunt, feeling pain but don't dare to show it.

He saw it too many times.

Punching his dick, he groans crunching down and I use that to get up. I punch him repeatedly on the face, breaking some teeth.

"If you kill me, you're doing the exact same thing as me. I have a daughter too, are you going to kill her father?" He laughs and I stop.

He's messing with me.

Taking my knife, I get him up by the colar of his polo and throw him against the wall. "Bullshit." I stab it on his leg making him scream in pain.

"Grace!" He yells and a little girl with blonde hair arrives, at the same time as Mason and some guys.

"Check her." I nod to Mason, slowly twirling my knife inside his leg, making sweat appear on his face.

"Motherfucker." Mason grumbles and shots him on the shoulder. I frown at him.

"He's beating her up." He points to the little girl arms, and my anger only grows. "Take her to a car." Is all I say before two guys pick her up gently and get her out of the hall.

"Beat your own kid?" I shake my head taking my knife harshly from his leg, his scream being music to my ears.

"You're a lot stronger now. Remember those times where you would yell to somebody stop the rape..." He laughs loudly making my grip on the gun tighten. "... poor thing, no one saved you. I took your innocence and it felt so damn good. How tight that pussy was a-" He yells in pain as Mason shots his leg and I stab his dick.

His body falls to the floor and Mason comes closer, squatting down and twirling a black knife on his fingers. "Matteo. How's... Katherine. B-beautiful girl." Ezekiel laughs weakly making Mason stab his stomach.

He curls in pain and Mason chuckles coldly. "It's great isn't it? The pain of dying slowly, in hands of a enemy." Getting up he locks eyes with mine before commanding his men to burn the house down.

Squatting down I punch Yaakov face repeatedly thinking of my dad, my mom, my house, my family, my life that he took away. When I'm done his face is almost unrecognizable, full of blood.

"Remember when I said my face would be the last you would see? See you in hell, coward." I stab my knife on his throat, leaving him there coughing blood, his eyes looking at me as he tries to breathe.

"Scarlett, we have to go." Mason grabs my hand and we run to the outside of the house, carefully not to trip on the dead bodies. Once we're out, Mason gives the sign and we see from far away how the flames consume the house.

It's over. He's dead.