I’m almost free. Almost…

The crack of a gun makes both of us freeze.

“Let her go.”

The voice is familiar, and while the man has his hand around my neck, he drags me up and holds me in front of him like a shield.

I turn, slowly, looking at the one person I’m so happy to see I could cry.

Marco.

He’s holding a gun. He looks like he hasn’t slept, his hair is wild, and he’s staring at us with so much emotion in his eyes, I don’t doubt for a second how he feels about me.

Marco loves me.

The realization washes over me. Every doubt I’ve had up until this moment feels like it doesn’t matter.

Marcoloves me.

I need to get the hell out of here so I can tell him that I love him too.

“Who the fuck are you?” Marco snarls.

The man laughs. “You look so much like him.”

“I don’t know who I look like, but if you don’t let her go, I’m going to fucking blow a hole in your head,” Marco snaps.

The man shuffles. “You talk like him too. Your father.”

Marco blinks. “What about my father?”

“He took what’s mine. Took something that belongs to me. So now I’m taking something of yours.”

“My father’s dead,” Marco intones.

The man shuffles. He’s breathing hard. That makes me think that I either landed a blow or…

Or Marco shot him.

“Unfortunate,” the man says hollowly. “And even more so that you decided to give what should be mine to my son, because now I have two grudges to hold, against two De Lucas. One might be dead, but you?” I feel him shift, twisting my arm. “You’re very much alive, and so is she.”

“Touch my wife again and I’ll fucking kill you,” Marco snaps.

I can’t pretend the words don’t send a thrill through me. But, now isn’t the time.

I need to get out of here.

I shuffle slightly, hoping Marco notices. If I flop again, the man might fall for it…

Marco’s eyes catch mine, and I see him nod.

No matter what, he trusts me, and we’re going to get through this, because I fucking love him.

And I won’t die now.

“Your wife?” the man sneers. “Your mother was supposed to be my wife. She…”

That’s enough.