"Marco, Julieta, David," I greet looking at the man who I did not recognize at first when he came to my school not so long ago with his niece and nephews.

"You killed my brother, so I will kill yours," Julieta threatens.

I bring my eyes back to hers. "Julieta, your younger brother should have known that he should never threaten a Russo it will lead to death," I say calmly looking between the two siblings and their uncle with a calm composure I do not remotely feel.

I have a pounding headache from being beaten until consciousness. My lip is swelling from my split lip that needed stitches and my body is drained of energy.

"Oh, I plan to threaten and kill a Russo today," Julieta snarls gripping hold of the gun until her knuckles are white. "Either you will die or your bastard brother."

"Brooke, I don't want to die," my brother cries which makes my heartbreak at his fear.

"Aww, he cries for you to help him. That is so sad, but can your bullet be faster than mine?" she asks tilting her head to the side and smirking at me.

Her brother comes up behind her and takes out a knife and twirling the knife between his fingers waiting for me to move first.

"If you kill him my father will torture you until your intestines are lying on the floor in front of you," I threaten slowly taking a step forward while I have them thinking of the risks if they killed him.

"I think we will take that risk," Marco says stepping up beside his sister.

A large object slams into the ground causing the ground to shake. Dirt and grass fly upward as the object gets planted into the ground. I take this as my moment of distraction and run fool force towards the startled siblings.

I lift my right hand holding the gun and shoot David-their uncle in the chest near his heart. Julieta lets out a grief-stricken cry and runs to her uncle's side clutching at his bleeding chest trying to stop the bleeding.

"You bitch," Marco screams reaching for the gun in his thigh holster.

I grab my brother who fell to the muddy ground when Juilette rushed to the dead man on the ground. I pull him behind me holding onto his arm just in case I have to fling him away from me.

I shoot the gun flinging his gun across the ground and into a bush. I steady my hand as I point the barrel of the gun to Marco's head. "You threatened my brother for that I will take you and your sister's lives and the Gómez family will be wiped out," I say as comely as I can as my brother presses his teary wet face into my thigh.

I can feel the vibrations of the gun as I press my finger into the trigger releasing a bullet that leaves a penny-sized hole in Marco's forehead. Blood dribbles down his forehead and nose leaving a bloody trail in its wake. Marco collapses like an accordion falling to the mossy wet ground with a pool of blood flowing seamlessly around his lifeless body.

A high-pitched scream that is full of grief and anger at the family members who have died at my hands. I turn to the last living Gómez sibling as she sobs into her hands at the family members who have died fighting on the wrong side of this endless battle of power and domination.

I turn to my brother who has his eyes shut closed and ears covered by his little hands. I bend down to his level and cup his face.

"Monkey, open your eyes," I tell him. He does as I asked and looks directly at me knowing that if he looks beyond me he will see what a monster I can be.

"Are they dead?" he asks with haunted eyes.

"Yes, Mio Fratello they are all dead. You do not have to be scared I am here and I will protect you," I reassure him.

His lip quivers and I have to tilt his chin up to stop a sob from coming out of his mouth. "My brave little monkey you can not cry, okay?" I ask making sure to lock eyes with his hazel brown eyes that can look into your soul.

He nods his head, but something catches his attention from behind me. "Die bitch," Julieta's rough tearful voice says before a gunshot goes off and a body drops to the ground.

Brian's hands are rough as they tighten the cuffs on my wrist. I wince in pain at the metal biting into my fair skin, but I can not say I blame Mason for dragging me here to watch what I let happen.

I betrayed my friends and the man I love but does not love me back. I have fought for what I believed when I went to Declan thinking he could give me what I wanted. But now I know what I wanted is not what I needed like I need oxygen to breathe, food for nutrients, or water for hydration. I regret my choices because I know I will never be the woman that Mason loses his mind over when she is taken. I know that award goes to Brooke and she deserves it.

I watch men on both sides falling with injuries or wounds that are too bad to survive from. I watch blood seep through the ground and intestines falling out of people's bodies at the lookout on the hill in the woods where Mason left me to watch.

At the far side of the Cemetary, I see Brooklyn with three figures in front of her holding a small figure between them. I quickly realize that the small figure is Brooklyn's brother Santino. My heart stops because I never agreed to have an innocent child be in the middle of this too.

How could Declan be so cruel? He promised not to hurt him. I watch in silent horror and fascination as Brooklyn shoots someone in the chest and the female pushes Santino to the ground rushing to the bleeding male. Brooke then shoots another man lifting a gun allowing the gun to skitter across the ground and into a bush too far away for the man to run to.

She then shoots the man straight in the head. He collapses to the ground with a disgusting plop on the wet ground. I left my cuffed hands to wipe at my sweaty forehead.

I look away from Brooke and see Brian looking at a computer and typing something into it. I look back at Brooke and see the woman that was weeping over a body scrabbling to grab something and I know that she is looking for something to kill Brooke with.

I look around to somehow find someone close enough to kill her before she kills Brooke or worse her brother that has not lived a full life of laughter and happiness. No one is close enough to get to her before she kills one or the other.

Before I can properly think my feet are moving and I am sprinting in the direction of Brooke. I hear yelling from Brain as he runs after me, but 8 years of track and field makes me faster than a man who workouts once a day.

I watch as the woman with long raven hair lifts her gun and says something before a bullet is shot at Brooke's head. I get there just in time and I have just enough time to feel absolute pain in my side before I am on the ground looking into the graying sky that represents a storm is about to come.

I look down and see a growing red spot seeping through my creme top that my mother gave me last week. My head plops back down and a pair of hands are clutching my wound trying to stop the bleeding.

Words are being spoken but it is like I am underwater and the words are a muffled shuffle of voices. I continue to stare up at the sky until a face blocks my view.

A beautiful goddess-like face with purple and black bruises that are forming around her perfect face. "Br-Br..Brooklyn?" I try to say but my tung feels numb so it comes out more like a slur.

"Yes, I am here," she says. Her face is a comforting thing in my last few minutes of living.

"I am sorry for br..bre...breaking your... your trust," I say roughly.

"It's okay Anna, I know how Declan can be giving you things to make sure you stay loyal and do as you are asked of you. I fell for his charms too and you are forgiven," she tells me rubbing soothing circles into the palm of my hand.

My eyes start to shut as exhaustion and darkness take over my body, but I fight through it to tell Brooke one last request before I die. "Pl...please t..t..tell R..Riley that I..I will al..always l..love her thr..through death," I whisper and feels my last tears fall down my cheeks at the thought of the girl who has been through every milestone I have passed.

The darkness consumes me but I hear the last words that allow me to rest in peace in the next life that I will live.

"I promise I will."

Anna's eyes fall shut and she heaves a final breath of air before she goes limp. Blood covers Brian's tattoed hands as he lets go of Anna's wounds after trying to stop the bleeding.

His face is void of emotion as he slumps back onto his ass. I look at Julieta's dead body on the ground with two gunshots one in the shoulder and the other a killing blow that Brian shot from five feet away after Anna went down.

I look to my brother whose face is even more pail at watching a woman die for his sister. I snap my head to Brian and snap my fingers in front of his face. He jerks and looks at me. "Take my brother to somewhere safe and come back to retrieve her body," I order grabbing my other gun from my pants since the other one I had lost all its ammo.

I walk back over the man with a baseball and pick it up. I swing it around a little and smirk at the object that can do some serious damage to a person.

I make sure Brian takes my brother away before I look for my next target. I see a man with long red hair fighting a young man who looks like a younger version of Mason except with a dangling arm that looks broken and several deep scratches that are losing a lot of blood.

I drag the bat behind me allowing it to drag through blood and gore. When the man grabs a knife and goes for a final blow I lift the bat and swing.

It collides with the satisfying sound of the crunching of bone and a splatter of brain matter. He falls to the ground with the bat still in his head the young man watches in horror as I pull the bat out of the man's head with blood dripping down the end of the bat.

"Go find someone to help with your injuries," I order before running into where the most bodies and gunshots are falling and going off.

I shoot men and women some I know because they gave me food or water when I was locked in the basement that Declan locked me in for months. Blood drips down my shoulder from a graze of a bullet a stupid man shot towards me but missed by a hair's breadth.

I shoot a woman with a long fighting knife. I jump over graves of the dead and shoot at men coming towards me with a flourish of a knife or gunshot to the head, shoulder, or thigh.

I land on top of the man I was just fighting and look up at the man with star patches on their vests making a pathway for the monster of my nightmares. I pull the knife out of the man's head and tighten my fingers around the handle as I face Declan.

"Mi Estrella, what a lovely surprise to see you here killing my greatest assassins and loyal soldiers," he says with a gitty glint in his ugly ass eyes.

I look around and notice how all of the closest men made a circle for him and me. I look back and see him throw his gun away. "You have fought the best assassins in the world let's see if you can defeat the monster of your nightmares," he says taking off his suit jacket and throwing it to Eva who I see has escaped her locks.

She smirks at me before sniffing the suit jacket. I look back at Declan as he gets in a fighting stance. I drop my gun and bat to the ground. I then proceed to toss the weapons I stole off of Eva before I get in a relaxed stance.

He comes at me with a right uppercut and I dodge to the left kicking out with my foot hitting him in the side knocking the wind out of him. I take a few steps back as he stands to his full height.

"Nice shot," he praises before he hurtles at me again.

He knocks me backward into the hard ground my head connecting with something hard. He saddles my waist and before I can get a clear view of my surroundings a fist collides with my head moving my head to the side. I taste blood as the stitches on my lip are ripped open.

Where my head is aimed I see my father, Will, Zach, and Mason watching as I fight my own personal hell. I get a slap to my face before he gets up circling my body.

"You are starting to get my nerves. Maybe I should rape you as all these men are watching you since you seemed to like it that other time. After all, you are mine. I can beat you, rape you, and maybe even sell you to some of my men," he says and moans at the end of his disgusting rant.

I try to get up and fight for my life, for my freedom, but I get a kick in the stomach that rolls me a foot away. I watch as he paces and smirks at me. I roll to my back and close my eyes waiting to die but the voices of myself and others echo in my head.

"Fight Brooke. Do not break because of this bastard."

"Be brave and powerful my ladybug."

"One day when your older fight for your power because women in this world get raped and beaten do not let yourself be one of those women who break."

"You have been raped Brooke, so do not let another man take advantage."

"Fight for your power."

"Don't let a man take advantage to fight them until you die or you give them the worst death possible."

"Don't give up the fight to live."

I snap my eyes open to the sky and a burst of energy fuels my body and roll to my side kicking out and landing a blow sending Declan-who was bending down to probably choke me to death backward onto his back.

I push to my feet heaving for air. "You will never take advantage of me again. You may have broken the sweet young girl you trusted everyone because of the horror she had to live. You took me and locked me in a dank and dark cell. Raped and beat me to a pulp because of so-called love, but my love for you went out the cell window when you took me with force.

"I was locked in that fucking cell for five fucking months and during that time I made friends with the devil who is a lot more frightening than you," I tell him while allowing the one knife I did not drop to the ground to come to my hand.

I walk up to him and block a punch to my gut that would have winded me and kicked out at his chest. He falls back and grabs his black hair and yank hard. "How does it feel to be manhandled?" I question matching his earlier wicked smirk before bringing the knife down in an arch before stabbing him in the side.

I stab him again and again until blood is seeping through my fingers making my fingers slick with blood. I tighten my hold on the knife before plunging it into his neck ending his life just as easily as he did to mine 2 years ago.

I let go of his head allowing his slack body to fall I grab an ax from a body a few feet away and make my way back to the body of my abuser. I lift the ax before bringing it down onto his neck cutting his head off his body. I move down to his crotch and do the same thing I did to his head but saw into his genitalia until his cock is a bloody pulp on the ground.

I come back to myself and see Declan's men fighting to the death against my father's and Mason's men. I look to Eva and see her making her way to mine.

"You bitch killed my master," she screams racing towards me with a steel tanto in her hands.

I jump back meeting her with the ax I still had in my hands. She twirls away and swipes towards my legs. I jump over her swipe and swing the ax towards her bare arm. She twirls to the left missing the ax by an inch. We continue swinging and twirling out the way.

Her arms give way and her tanto falls behind her after I swang with the ax. She puts her leg behind my foot and I lose my footing falling backward and allowing the ax to fly out of my hands.

She grabs at my throat but I roll away from her. I swing my legs over my body and jump to my feet with fists ready.

She kicks at my side and I block. Her fist flies towards my injured shoulder and I punch her face we both make an impact and I cry out at the new pain in my shoulder.

"Bitch," I paint before coming at her with a jab to her jaw. She blocks and elbows me in the cheek making me bite down hard on my gum. Blood spills from the bite and I spit the blood onto her face.

In retaliation, I bring my knee up to her nose making sure to aim high and clear. I hear a sickening crack and blood start pouring out her nose. I take three steps back away from her she grabs her nose.

"Eva I killed him your free," I tell her panting and grabbing my aching side.

"You killed my lover you bitch," she scream. "But know you will die."

Before I have time to move out the way she pulls out a small gun that is her go-to gun with a homemade concoction of poison she made that can not be detected until hours later after the bullet is out and fires the only bullet that can fit in the chamber.

I look down and see the hole where the bullet went in. In what feels like slow motion I fall backward with my hands where blood is coming out in a rapid pace and I realize this is how I will die.

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