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I don’t say anything to her, but I’m fucking proud. I’m more than proud. I’m now the one indebted to her.
“Can you make it over the wall?” Worry fills her eyes as she scans the area. “We need to get out of here before more guys come.”
Nodding, I push through the pain and start to climb back up. She grabs my uninjured arm, helping me up as best she can.
The second she has me over the wall, I slump to the ground, and my body goes limp. I know Jared will come. I just need to hold on a little longer. It doesn’t last, though. My mind slips from my body, and suddenly everything goes black. I hope to fucking God I’m not dying.
I need to tell Amara how fucking hot it is that she not only shot a gun but that she killed a man.19Amara“Is he going to be okay?” I ask Jared over and over again as I look at Enzo’s lifeless body. My body is still shaking. I’m scared to death. Never in my life have I been shot at until I met Enzo. I’ve only shot a gun a couple times with my dad. He wanted me to know how to shoot in case someone ever attacked me. I don’t think this was the type of attack he meant when he taught me, though.
“He’ll be fine. We need to get to the cabin, then I can remove the bullet, so he can heal.” Jared is calm and collected, acting as if I haven’t just told him Enzo has been shot.
I’m about to hand Jared the gun, so I can help him get Enzo in the car when tires screech behind us. I turn and raise the gun at the same time.
“It’s Eli and Mack,” Jared yells. “Don’t fucking shoot them.”
I do as he asks and lower the gun, even though I wouldn’t mind shooting Eli in the knee. Mack and Eli jump out of the car and run toward us.
“Come on, get in the car,” Mack says and ushers me into the back seat.
Eli and Jared carry Enzo together and lay him next to me with his head on my lap.
“Put pressure on the wound,” Jared tells me as he gets back behind the wheel.
Looking over my shoulder and out the back window, I see Mack and Eli getting into the car behind us.
“This is fucking crazy.” The gun is still in my hand since I’m afraid to let go of it. It is the one thing that is keeping me sane and alive. I’m barely able to sit still as I grip the gun firmly in my hand. While my other is keeping pressure on the gunshot wound.
My gaze lands back on Enzo. Blood seeps into his white shirt, his blood-red tie is ripped and tattered just like my dress. My eyes glide down to my feet. The shoes are long gone from the rush to jump the wall. His face, though covered in a sheen of sweat and dirt, still looks as dashing as the first time I met him. I hate him for everything that he has done, for the person he is, but I also like him. I knew what he was doing as I felt his fingers slipping from my hand. He was going to save me, and even though when he wakes up, he won’t ever admit it, I know it in my heart.
“What happened back there?” Jared asks me, turning down the radio. The men will be after us. I’m surprised we even made it out of there. I want to tell Jared, but the truth is, I don’t really know what they were talking about, who the pig is, or what is going on. I know that Luccio was a bad man, and the FBI killed Enzo’s mother and came for him. I don’t know what I have to do with it, though.
“I don’t really know. There was some talk about someone being a pig, and Luccio accused me of being one. He told Enzo the FBI is onto him and that they will take him out if he isn’t careful. He also told us who killed Enzo’s mother.” I’m rambling because I’m scared and nervous.
Will I ever be safe again? Will I be able to go back to school? Back to my dad?
“Whoa, slow down…” Jared says, in an attempt to soothe me. His eyes shine brightly at me through the rearview mirror, and after everything that happened, I wonder if he can be trusted. Can anyone who Enzo works with be trusted? What kind of sick and twisted game is this? If Luccio was supposed to be family to Enzo and betrayed him like that, what could anyone else do?
I can save Enzo and us from all these people. I eye the gun, wondering what I should do next. Enzo must’ve trusted Jared at least a little bit if he called him over anyone else.
