Only enemies | ongoing

"Stay where I can see you," I muttered off to Faye, giving her a don't fuck around look and in return she rolled her eyes. I took that as a yes before I let go of her as I pushed past people to get to my uncle.

My half dead uncle now.

I looked up and towards the clear glass windows. There was one bullet hole, just from here I could tell exactly what bullet was used. Exactly what sniper and which building they shot from to get this exact angle. I didn't worry about another coming through, because if that person had multiple targets, they would've shot already so they could flee before the cops got here.

The sirens weren't too far away and I was only hoping it was cops we had under our payroll. I didn't even care if no ambulance showed up. I just didn't want word to get out about this. We weren't ever in the papers and I didn't want to be now.

"He isn't going to make it," Joseph muttered when I got close, his hands covering his dad's neck. Blood was smeared everywhere on him, but yet he was calmed and controlled. I got to my haunches next to him, looking down at Stefan. I placed my fingers on his pressure points and over his pulse. It was slow and barely noticeable.

Fuck. I quickly took off my suit jacket, leaning over him. I wrapped it around his neck, tying it around the wound that was still gushing out. He was gasping now for air, calling my name very briefly for help. To save him.

The goddamn audacity after he shit pulled today.

His wife was across from us, clutching at his arm and praying in Italian. My father was right next to her and his right fucking hand man, S. Was right next to him.

He looked up at me, "Irish?"

I fucking hated him. Even if he was going through a lot right now.

"Most likely." I replied, holding my suit jacket tighter.

"I want the names of every person that entered this gallery!" My father yelled, his face red as he leaned on his cane. He looked weak and tired. He met my eyes, the same shade of gray as mine. But yet our colors were different.

We were different. He was angry right now which is not what this situation needed.

Blood was gushing out everywhere still. Stefan's face was turning pale by the second, his eyes wide open in shock.

Maybe it was wrong to say this before he was even dead, but he got what he deserved. Whoever did this took a lot of my plate. And there was no way a single person in this room gave a fuck about him anyway. His kids hated him. Gia may be crying, but she was most likely crying for a father she would have loved and actually grieved for.

Or maybe it was tears of happiness. Wouldn't blame her if it was.

I glanced over at Faye, making sure she stayed in my eye sight. She stood with Elisia, Vittoria and Gia. Gia had Faye's jacket around her. Rafe stood close by with Julian and the rest of Julian's cousins.