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Thirty Three
RAOUL
“That girl never did know when to shut up.” Fabian tucks his gun back into his holster and holds Evelyn tighter to his chest when her knees give out on her. I let out the breath I’ve been holding when I realize she’s unharmed.
“It’s okay, darling, I’ve got you.” Fabian’s hand strokes through her hair and all I can do is watch while all the rage inside me builds.
“She liked to think she was the brains behind all of this.” He laughs over the spot where Kendra’s body has fallen, blood seeps from the hole in her skull, spreading over the concrete and closer to Evelyn’s feet.
“Whatever this is, Fabian, it’s between you and me, let her go.” My heartbeat is finally starting to regulate, hearing that gun go off so close to Evelyn has made me realize how vital it is that I get her out of here.
“Where would the fun in that be, Raoul? Look how pretty she is.” He pulls the hair back off her face and clutches it at her nape. “You know how good it feels to be inside her. Do you think you will enjoy watching another man take her?” He shrugs his shoulders at me, and I use all the strength I have left to slam the chains and try to get to him.
“I’m going to fuck her especially for you.” He grins at me, and I watch Evelyn shudder as he licks her cheek. There's nothing I can do, no way I can save her. And where the fuck is Niko?
“Please don’t,” she cries, and hearing the fear in her voice hurts worse than any of the shit that came before she arrived.
I wish I could tell her that I won’t let it happen. I wish I could rip these chains from the rafters and use them to beat the fucker.
“You want to say goodbye to him?” Fabian taunts before he shoves her forward. “Be my guest… say your goodbyes to the weak and worthless Raoul Burlusconi.” He shoves her again and again until her body falls against mine.
Having her tremble against me, and being unable to comfort her is pure fucking agony.
“He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?” she looks up at me and whispers helplessly, her tears stream off her cheek and land against my bare chest, and all I can do is stay silent. I have no words of reassurance for her and it kills me.
“We haven’t got all day,” Fabian rolls his eyes and waves the gun in his hand.
“I won’t be able to take it, Raoul,” she looks petrified.
“I’m sorry.” That’s all I can manage for her. I’m so fucking sorry.
I feel every bit of her fear inside me, and it's like my heart’s been torn out of my chest and set fire to.
How could I have let this happen?
She drops to her knees and sobs at my feet, and wrath penetrates from my eyes as I stare across at a smug-looking Fabian and seethe.
I feel her fingers clutching at my ankles, and suddenly a whole new panic overcomes me when I realize what she’s doing.
“Evelyn.” I look down at her and shake my head in fear. The knife I always wear strapped to my ankle is tucked inside her palm now, and she shakes her head back at me, her tear-filled eyes looking up at me with all the hope drained out of them.
“We all have to make sacrifices, Raoul,” she whispers, standing back up and hiding the knife from Fabian as she backs away from me.
I can sense what's going through her head, she knows I can’t get us out of this. And Evelyn isn’t a killer. She’s going to end herself to save us both the torture of what Fabian is about to do.
“Don’t,” I beg, as she backs further away from me, clutching the knife to keep it concealed from the man standing behind her. He’s been too distracted and focusing on my torment to notice.
“I love you, Raoul Burlusconi.” I watch the path her final tear makes as it travels over her cheek, and when Fabian steps up behind her, curling his arm around her waist, she raises the knife to her throat.
In true Evelyn Lane style, she shocks the hell out of me, twisting her body into his and piercing the weapon into Fabian’s neck. The shock of the impact makes him drop the gun, and he stumbles back, holding his hand over his wound and staring at her in shock. His hands are filling with blood at a rapid rate, and I expect my girl to fall apart. Her views on taking lives don’t match my own, so I’m not expecting her trembling hand to pick up the gun on the floor. She holds it out in front of her, shaking as she fires. Her first shot misses and ricochets off a steel beam, but the second slices into his shoulder and puts him on the floor. She charges at his body and shoots again, this time she’s too close to miss, and she fires two bullets directly into his skull, painting the walls and ceiling surrounding us red with his blood. Then once she’s absolutely certain that Fabian Moretti isn’t getting back up, she drops the gun and races toward me.
“I had to, Raoul,” she sobs, her arms clinging tight around my waist. “I couldn’t let him hurt us.”
I’m too shocked to move, my arms are on fire from where they’ve been hanging for so long.
“Get the keys,” I kiss the top of her head, needing her to get herself together.
“Where are they?” She looks up at me, her crystal blue eyes are full of tears and there are tiny freckles of blood splattered on her skin.
