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“Qui non va niente,” I muttered and Gio laughed.
His grin was malicious and unhinged. “Don’t worry, my queen, I’ll protect you.”
“They’re here for me.” I twisted against my bindings, finding them loose. “And after all this time, they still don’t realize I don’t need them to save me.”
Gio faltered when gunshots sounded outside.
They’d always underestimated me. Each one of them. I’d planned, plotted, and schemed all along—I was going to conquer the world. I didn’t need them to save me. I was far more capable of saving myself.
I was Sienna-fucking-Agostino, and I wouldn’t lay on my goddamn back and let someone have their way with me.
Chapter 14
APOLLO DELUCA
Fucking Gio.
Everyone said she was taken, but was she really? I scrutinized her behavior, mannerisms, and words on repeat in my head. She was known to make rash decisions but she’d never turn her back on her family.
Would she?
Rocco had eyes on her and the Agostinos were rallying to retrieve her.
A damn fortress lay ahead, situated in an open field. It would take stealth to advance unnoticed. But the closer we got, the less I gave a damn about veiling our approach. The car had barely stopped when I darted out. The house might as well have been painted red, taunting a bull that charged through the open perimeter. I ran with untroubled, solid steps towards the men that begged for their demise.
The perilous fight inside my head finally calmed. The fog settled and I could see clearly. I’d felt like I was unraveling in the deepest bowels of my being. Yet, as I stared at the house in the distance, I was removed from it all. Gun in hand. Calm and steady. They were all dead. I ignored the hail of bullets as I kept moving.
Gunshots erupted in every direction. None of it resonated as my boot went through the front door. Long gone were my pristine suits and designer shoes, opting for tactical gear instead as I intended to rain hell down upon them. I’d end this once and for all.Il mietitorekicked in their door, the blade narrowly missing a knife meant for my heart.
Doctors claimed that the human brain switches to “autopilot,” enabling you to continue with tasks quickly and accurately without a conscious thought. This meant that our neurons were continuously active, even when we were lost in the moment.
I scoured the living room, then moved into the kitchen and turned down a hallway. I reared back, pain erupting in my chest. Lucky grabbed my arm and dragged me around a corner, tugging my shirt open.
“I told you to fucking wait, goddamn it.” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s in the vest. You’re good.”
“Where’s Al?” I hissed.
Lucky glanced down the corridor. “Oh, merda!” He pointed to where Al lay on his side, unmoving. “Fanculo questi codardo!”Lucky signaled, and we both stepped into the hall, pulling the trigger at anything that moved.
“I’m okay,” Al grunted when I got to him. “Bastard kicked me in the balls.” He wheezed and Lucky chuckled. “Get down!” Al shouted, but it was too late.
The teres minor muscle in my back erupted in pain, the bullet lodged somewhere between that and the teres major. It stung like a bitch but if I watched the blood loss, it wouldn’t kill me. I rolled sideways and shot the bastard right between his eyes.
“Fuck!” Sienna’s shout pulled us in her direction.
“We need a plan,” Lucky said, tugging Al to his feet.
“I have one.” I lifted my foot and slammed it through the door. My upper body jolted to the left and I dove behind a bed, scanning the room before I went down.
Sienna was holding a gun to Gio, his realization morphing into pure loathing as he stared into her barrel. Which was pointed at his chest, her face a stone wall. Devoid of emotion.
“Fuck you, Gio. You hate my brother but you’re just like him.” Her aim was sure and her hand never wavered. “Thisempireyou’ve built disgusts me. All those poor women,” she scoffed, snarling in his direction. “I got you now, bitch.” She tapped the pendant around her neck.
Gio chuckled humorlessly. “Daddy raised a submissive little whore.” He shook his head but leaned forward to whisper, “So. Fucking. Disappointing.”
One moment she stood confident; the next she was pinned to his chest, struggling against his hold.
“Look who it is! Her faithful brother and his leashed psychopath,” Gio taunted. “Come in, Lucky. Stand up, Apollo.”
