Page 163 of Dissolving Prejudice

Shit.

Oro’s lips trembled into a satisfied smile. “O-okay. B-but I need to see a doctor. My legs… they hurt so much.”

“Why, of course they do, silly boy. You got shot.” Dion stroked Oro’s cheek. “But before we can reach that part, I need you to tell me one simple thing.”

“Y-yes?”

“You’re the one who stole that information from me, yes?”

Oro’s lips quivered just as Camilo let out a weak cry, and I quickly moved to his side. With my eyes now focusing on my man, I heard Oro stuttering.

“D-Dion—”

“Don’t worry, mon chéri, I promise not to get angry. I only ask to make sure no one else has their hands on it.”

“F-fine.” Oro’s breath shuddered. “Y-yes, I stole it. But it was for a good reason. I would have never used it against yo—”

His voice was drowned out by the deafening sound of a gunshot, and I turned in shock just in time to see his body dropping to the floor. Only Dion didn’t stop once Oro’s lifeless ass slumped down, and he fired dozens more shots before his gun was out of ammunition, and he tsked.

“Sale petite pute…” His lips twitched in disgust as he eyed what used to be Oro’s head.

Now, it was just blown to pieces. Literary blown to pieces.

S-shit, I’m going to be sick.

All the blood and spilled body fluids made my insides coil and revolt, I turned my head back to face Camilo. He’s the reason I am here, I reminded myself in order to forget how Dion had just sprayed Oro with bullets until his body turned into Swiss cheese. From beside me, I caught Jordan averting his gaze, his eyes closed. I understood why he had to look away. It wasn’t that I felt bad for Oro; in fact, I was glad the little fuck finally dropped dead, but the way Dion did it… fucking brutal.

“Clean this mess up,” Dion said, his words jolting me back.

I turned around to see him handing his gun to Gale.

“Then, burn this place and get me a new toy.” He jerked his head in Oro’s direction. “This one is, well, dead.”

He sounds so… casual?

“Boss,” Gale said, making Dion stop in his tracks.

“What?” he snarled.

“What about them?” Gale cocked his head at us.

I tensed on the spot, cold sweat breaking out across my skin while I studied Dion’s inscrutable face that revealed nothing.

“I suggest they move fast if they don’t want to burn with the rest of this place,” he said.

I forced my fear back into the pit of my stomach before speaking, “So it’s done? We’re free to leave?”

Dion’s eyes latched on to mine, the intensity in them running a shiver down my spine. But then, he smiled, a smile full of secrets and bad intentions. “You can see it as a token of my appreciation for helping me.” He then moved to look at Camilo. “I would hurry up if I were you.”

I sealed my lips shut and nodded.

“Burn this place down, Gale,” Dion ordered and, without further ado, left the room and hopefully our life.

I would have felt a sliver of relief at him leaving, only Dion wasn’t joking when he told Gale to hurry up, as his buffoon already picked up a jerry can and began pouring liquid—fuel, telling by the scent—all over the floor. Understanding we truly had no time, I glanced at Jordan.

“Find me a knife!” I screamed and moved to round Camilo’s chair. Thankfully, Jordan tossed me one quickly enough, and I cut the ropes. Camilo’s wrists were raw and bruised from being tied for so long, and carefully, I released him. Once his body was free from the chair, I moved to face him. Hooking my hands underneath his arms, I pulled him up. He grunted with pain, and I struggled to keep him standing. He was too heavy, and my ankles hurt with the struggle, not to mention the stab wound in my thigh, which I’d ignored thus far. Yet, I couldn’t give up, and I tried lifting him again. My legs trembled, and my knees were about to collapse under his weight, when Jordan moved me aside and took my place. Stunned, I watched as he hoisted Camilo over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Let’s move,” he said, already stepping to get out of the room.