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CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
Whatever the fuck Callum had shot me up with made my mind feel as though it were encased in mud. I was awake during everything, but I hadn’t been able to move after I had confronted Caleb.
I’d never done a drug in my life, and I had no idea if this was normal.
But as time ticked down, I could feel movement coming back into my hands and head. My feet still felt out of my control, so as I watched Callum nearly kill Carla, I’d been horrified that I couldn’t do anything.
But Carla didn’t need my help. At least, not to survive.
“Carla?”
Carla was covered in Callum’s blood. He was at my feet. When he’d fallen, his head turned, and his eyes looked up at me with shock. Despite being the son of a mobster, I’d never seen a dead body before.
I tried not to focus too much on it.
Because Carla was not well.
“Carla!”
She turned her eyes away from Callum to look up at me. She was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering. “Eli?”
I nodded. “Carla, I need you to come and cut these ropes off of me.”
My mind was still fuzzy, but the combination of the drugs wearing off, and Carla’s pale face was clearing my mind. I needed to act fast. Carla was in shock. There was a murderer passed out near us and another dead on the floor.
We needed to get a phone and call my dad.
But first, I needed to be free.
The problem was that Carla wasn’t moving. Her eyes were still on Callum, and she held the knife out as though she were ready to kill him if he moved.
But I knew he wouldn’t be moving again.
“Carla!” I exclaimed, trying to draw her attention. “We need to get out of here.” I glanced over at Caleb. I suspected he would be out for a bit longer, but who knew. I wasn’t eager to see how he would act when he saw his brother dead on the ground.
Carla got to her feet, her body shaking as she did so, and she walked toward me. She was silent as she slipped the knife into the zip ties that Callum and Caleb used to secure me to the chair.
When I was finally free, I shakily got to my feet, trying not to vomit the contents of my stomach over Callum’s dead body.
“Do you have your phone?” I asked.
I took Carla by the arms, forcing her to look at me instead of Callum. I examined her, my anger rising as I looked at her body. There were bruises all over her. Her throat was already swelling, and if Callum wasn’t dead, I would have killed him.
“No.” Carla’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Caleb made me throw it into a trash can.”
I bit back a curse. Caleb was a fucking moron. A weak idiot who’d allowed himself to be pulled around by his brother. Never before had I been more grateful that Matteo more was hardheaded and stubborn than I was.
“We need to get out of here. When I figure out where we are, I can get us home.”
Carla didn’t say anything. Her eyes were on Caleb, and I realized that the knife was still in her hands. She was shaking as she raised it.
“What are you doing?”
Carla moved away from me, and I cringed as her feet slid in Callum’s blood. “He killed my mother and brother. He’s not getting out of here alive.”
“Carla, don’t.”
She moved quicker than I’d imagined, and before I knew it, she was standing over Caleb. Her hands trembled so hard I didn’t think she was going to be able to hold onto the knife for much longer.
