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I manage another shot and shoot him in his chest but it does nothing to slow him. He comes at me with more rage and we fall to the ground. I drop my gun so I can block his punches that he lands in my face. He’s on top of me and I have to get him off.
A round of punches lands in my face and I manage to knee him hard in his groin and hoist him over my head. I already knew this fight was going to be about tact so when I roll to the left and grab my gun, I know I have to shoot him now before he gets the chance to right himself.
I fire a shot and the bullet lodges in his back just as he stands up. I rise to my feet and shoot him again when he turns to face me. this time I don’t make the same mistake I made with Amadeo. I shoot Xiou in his head.
The fucker doesn’t even realize he’s dead. His eyes move from left to right in disbelief even as he falls over the side of the cliff to his end.
Jesus... my God. I killed him. I breathe hard and turn to face the dark path ahead, praying that Mario and Willow are there and if they are I hope I can save her.
This isn’t over yet.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Willow
The cold night breeze picks up my hair and the tears streaming down my face are so cold.
That’s the least of my worries. I heard what this animal said to Donny and I don’t doubt he would hesitate for one second to snap my neck and drop me at the bottom of the sea.
We’re standing on the edge of the cliff and he’s holding me near the edge. He’s got a good grip on me with one hand and the gun in my side with the other.
We’re waiting for Donny to come and I’m so terrified I could die from the fright.
There was another guy earlier. A man called Xiou. He’s down at the edge of the bay waiting for Donny. It’s a trap. They won’t let me go. They plan to kill Donny and take the memory stick from him.
I heard them talking.
I pieced together things from what they said earlier and concluded that this must be the bigger picture of what was going on, and why Donny broke up with me in the first place. This was what he meant back at the beach house when he said there was more for him to take care of.
Mario tightens his grip on me when I shiver as a gust of breeze lifts my skirt.
“I truly, truly wish I could have gotten the chance to fuck you,” he husks into my ear and runs his hand over my ass.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I snap elbowing him in his stomach. He responds with a laugh.
I’m weak against him and a joke. All my attempts to save myself or stop him from touching me have been shit. Like now. He runs his free hand over my breasts, squeezes then he presses his face to my ear and licks over the lobe. His disgusting breath makes my skin want to shriek and hide.
“Pretty, pretty. I’ll tell you what, if Donny doesn’t show, we’ll go back to my place and you can ride my cock and attempt to save yourself.”
“Fuck you!”
“Yes you can Bella. You can fuck me anytime.”
I can’t bear his words. Bile rises into my throat burning as it goes up.
He continues to grope me, but the sound of a gunshot firing stops him just as he started tugging on the edge of my panties. He looks down the dark path and listens out. Moments later, another shot echoes, and another. At that Mario tenses against me and grits his teeth.
Donny, please… be alive. Please. I pray he’s not dead.
“Mario!” Donny’s voice pierces the night with rage and my whole body sighs with relief. He’s not dead. He’s okay. “I’m coming for you.”
“Shit, damn it,” Mario hisses, dragging me along the path.
We stop when we get to the top, the end. There’s no more path to follow. The only way off here is back down the path, or …over the side of the cliff. A two hundred foot drop.
I sense Mario’s panic as he tightens his grip on my arm so tight his fingers dig into my skin.
“You’re hurting me.” I recoil.
