Page 3 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Drag the fucker over here to the corner,” another man yells.
The guy wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me back, pulling me towards the dark corner in the parking lot. The other fucker grabs me and holds me as the fucker starts hitting me.
“It’s fucking time to end your fucking life, Chris! I’ve been waiting a long time to finish you off! We killed Matteo since he killed my father and brother. So now it’s your turn,” yells one of the fuckers.
“What the fuck,” I yell, pulling at my arms.
My heart races, and I fucking know that I need to hurry before they weaken me and kill me.
The fucker releases me to start hitting me; I raise my leg, shoving my knee into the fucker’s balls, falling to the ground holding his junk.
The other fucker charges, raising his foot to kick me. I grab his foot, pushing him, falling onto his back.
I pull out my Glock out, and I fucking shoot one and then the other.
Fucking hell!
Thank fuck that I have my silencer on my Glock, but it still makes a sound. I need to get rid of the bodies before someone comes out of the club. I search for their clothing, pulling out their wallets and guns. I shove them into my raincoat pockets.
I grab the fuckers from under their shoulders, pulling one at a time onto my pickup bed. I look around the ground, the parking lot, and the building. Unfortunately, the club doesn’t have a security camera in the parking lot.
Stupid fuckers.
It’s done; who the fuck knows where their vehicle is at, but I don’t fucking care.
I get into my pickup, pulling out of the fucking parking lot to get rid of the fucking bodies.
An hour later, I’m driving down the empty roads. The rain is pouring down; it’s a fucking downpour. I turn on the windshield wipers, pressing down on the gas pedal.
I know I need to slow down in this weather, but I’m so damn twisted up that I can’t. My fucking heart is pounding like crazy; it feels like it’s going to fucking explode out of my chest.
I drive down the roads, turning into the parking garage. I drive up to the park, and I notice that my brother's BMW is not there.
Fuck!
Where in the hell is Chris?
Damn it!
He must be on a contract.
I run my fingers through my hair, looking around the parking lot.
I turn off my truck, adjust my seat, closing my eyes, waiting for Chris to show up.
Fuck it!
I’m going to wait for him on his floor, in the warm building. I get off, take long strides to the elevator, pressing the button.
I enter the elevator, press the button, tilting my head back to watch the numbers change. Then, finally, the elevator stops, the doors open, and I step out, looking to the right and left.
No one is out at this time of the night, thank fuck.
I lean against the wall next to the elevator, crossing my arms. Finally, after about twenty minutes, the elevator beeps. I push off the wall, looking at the elevator doors pop open. Chris steps out onto the hallway, stops, looks at me. His eyes widened, raising his right eyebrow lifting his chin.
“Nicola, what’s up,” Chris asks, furrowing his forehead.
I know that I look like a soaked rat.
