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I crane my neck to peek over the back of the couch and I can see Gianni’s veins pulse in his neck, even from this distance. I look to his side and my heart skips a fucking beat when I see Manchini standing next to him. THAT MOTHERFUCKING TRAITOR!
“I see you brought a friend into your twisted little web of unholiness, Gianni.”
“Yeah, you noticed that now did you. He proved to be very helpful. Especially when he let your little puppet run around New York.”
Elio grits his teeth and whispers, “We should end the motherfuckers.”
I peek over the couch again and count the men between us and them.
“There are at least twenty guns between us and them.” I hiss. “How the hell are you planning to handle that with the six of us?”
“What? That’s about five each… We can manage far worse then that. We have managed worse than that over the years.” He explains.
“I said at least twenty…”
I know he’s right but that doesn’t mean I like where this is heading. I have Harper to protect and I would love it if we came out of this alive. All of us. I look over to the spot where my brother is crouched down, silently conversing with our eyes until my brother’s grin settles it. I slowly lower my chin at him, my sign to fight until our last breaths.
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Breathe in…
Hold.
Breathe out.
Iopen my eyes, stand and aim my gun and fire at the body that stands closest to me. His body collapses to the floor and chaos erupts around us. Lorenzo and the guys follow my example and start dropping bodies. I step around the couch and men start coming at me, one after another. I fire off every bullet I have before my gun jams. Next to me Elio is in a hand-to-hand battle, the other guy isn’t winning.
I’m hit at the back of my head with something and stars dance before my vision. Strong arms grip around my neck, holding me in place. I put my foot back behind his and make a quick turn, surprising him. Before he can respond I flip him onto his back on the cold marble floor. I reach for my knife and plunge it into his windpipe.
“That’s what you get for cutting off my air supply.” I scold.
The manthrashes on the ground and dies. I rip my knife from his throat and see Elio struggling to get back on his feet a few yards over. I rush over and stab the man that’s attacking him straight in the side of his neck. Dark red arterial blood sprays everywhere and Elio throws the body off of him.
“Thanks, boss.”
I nod and walk off to find the next asshole to kill. The room is littered with bodies, I look around and see my own men still standing. Blood covers their faces and hands but they’re all still alive.
A high-pitched scream pierces the hall and I look up. Manchini is holding Harper in a rear headlock and has his gun aimed against her temple. The entire hall falls quiet, nobody dares to move. Gianni, the coward, nowhere to be seen.
“This ends now, Alessia.” he declares.
I aim my gun at him, Elio does the same beside me.
“Let her go!” I demand.
