"Who knows," I reply grimly. "That remains to be ascertained. For now," I pause as I remove my own small arsenal from the back of my pants. "We need to make sure they're taken out."
I take out two handguns and a couple of knives, placing them in front of us.
"Do you know how to shoot?" I turn to her.
She shakes her head ever so slowly and my lips stretch into a thin line.
"Here," I hand her one of the guns, quickly explaining how the safety works and what she should do if anyone comes near her. "But you…"
"Someone needs to take them out," I add, knowing that Enzo would not dare to leave Leona's side for a second.
"Don't go," Y/n 's hands grasp on to the material of my jacket, trying to keep me by her side. "Please," she pleads.
But it's in vain as I disentangle her fingers from me, shaking my head at her.
"You know what to do." I nod to the gun in her hand before raising my head over the table.
There are three men inside, all shooting randomly at the many people hysterically running around, and two men at the front door, ensuring no one gets out alive.
Propping the barrel of the gun on the edge of the table, I aim at the closest man, hitting him right in the chest. As soon as he drops to the floor, though, the others' attention is fixed on us. So without lingering, I roll on to the floor, visibly moving away from the table and distracting them from Y/n's location.
Bullets fly past me as I barely make it to cover, taking just one breath before looking back and firing at the other men.
The two by the door, noticing that the others have difficulty in managing the situation, leave their posts and come inside too, swinging their guns around.
They don't make it much further than the middle of the restaurant though. Not as both Enzo and Leona move in sync, their fingers on the trigger of their guns as they fire at the incoming men.
The effect is immediate as both drop dead, holes forming in their foreheads and blood pouring out of them.
With three down, it's only a matter of getting to the other two.
Seeing that they might be outnumbered, the men are quick to pick some people off the floor and use them as shields, all the while shooting at both our locations.
"Y/n," Enzo yells at me, motioning to the direction of his sister.
But just as my attention is drawn to her hiding place, so is the shooters'.
A brief moment of eye contact and the race to Y/n begins, one of the shooters staying behind and trying to take out Enzo and his wife, while the other dashes to where Y/n is.
My feet move—faster than they've ever moved—and I only manage to reach her side a few seconds before the other man. Tugging her to her feet, I waste no time in twirling her around, keeping her nestled to my side as I extend my arm to shoot at the man.
Guns drawn out, we're both at a standstill as we stare into each other's eyes. Just like a gunfight in the wild west, it's all about speed as both of us have our fingers on the trigger, ready to fire.
The seconds stretch, and time becomes null and void as I hear my heart thumping in my ears.
Y/n's small body is draped across my chest as she nestles even closer. She's holding tightly onto me, her hands wrapped around the material of my shirt, a small sob escaping her lips.
But I can't worry about her now. Not when my full attention needs to be engaged in the matter at hand.
Slimy hair and dirty clothes, the shooter looks like a completely regular person. In fact, all the others had been rather nondescript too—all of it compounding my confusion as to why they would attack the restaurant in the first place.
My intuition, though, is telling me that the attack isn't random. That they'd had a target all along.
And as my mind remaps the trajectory of the bullets, from the first one fired, I have to admit to myself that there is only one probable answer.
They're here for the bounty.
Fuck! I should have realized that sooner or later this was going to happen—that someone was going to try to get the bounty regardless of the dangers involved. And I probably would have been more prepared if my entire attention hadn't been distracted by a certain someone.
Grounding myself in the present, I force myself to focus on the target at hand.
Sweat trickles down the man's temple, his eyes blinking rapidly as he looks at me, ready to pull the trigger.
But as soon as my mind's ascertained that, I realize that I'm likely dealing with amateurs—especially considering the haphazard way in which they'd tried to burst into the restaurant.
My eyes narrow on his trembling hand, noting the way he's trying very hard to keep it extended in front of him in order to aim at me.
A slow smile pulls at my lips at his actions, and I give him a false sense of security as I emulate his movements.
But just as he gains a little more confidence, his pointer finger making contact with the trigger, I quickly pull on mine, not giving him any chance of actually firing.
My bullet hits him square between his eyes. Still staring at me with wide eyes, he drops to the floor, the noise a thundering bang that makes Y/n jump in my arms.
Enzo helps his wife up, getting out from their hiding place.
Leona is completely unfazed as she takes in the bloodbath on the floor.
In their bout of madness, the shooters had managed to kill quite a few innocent people, their blood currently staining the floor.
Enzo dusts his suit, looking unbothered as he studies the dead shooters.
"Now, that was unfortunate," he mentions as he stoops down to search one of the men, coming up rather empty handed.