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“No!” He snaps, shaking his head.
“Give me your fucking gun!” I repeat. I’m not going to move out of this room without a gun.
“I only have one left!”
Why did he only have one gun left? How stupid could he be?!
“That’s your fault!” I hiss. “I’m not letting you get me out of here like I’m some damsel! I won’t hide behind you while you shoot us out of here!” After all I’ve been through, there’s no way in hell he’s going to be the only one shooting someone.“I’m the Goddamned Don of the Morino and Lorenzo families!” I remind him, my eyes pointed like knives.“I’m not going to be anyone’s princess to save.”
He relents.
“You have your knife…” I reassure, with a sly smile, tapping the knife on his belt.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about him being there.
The crazy thing is, I was kind of happy to see him.
It surprised me that…maybe I’d already forgiven him….
Madam Rosa is a psycho after all and if she’s his mom? He’s had no chance at being normal. But what is normal? I’m definitely not normal.
Every step is a chore.
Shots ring out, causing my ears to ring as we both charge forward. My heart’s racing and everything is muffled. I’m ready to get the hell out of this hell hole…
This prison…
I’m not even sure I’ll ever be able to look at another fish market again as long as I live.
There’s a spray of bullets just down the hall from us, the battle clearly still full-force between my men and Madam Rosa’s.
Tony runs up ahead, with his knife, ready to fight.
I zip around the corner and see an opening to the outside. I whistle to him. “Over here!”
His head turns to look at me, and suddenly a crowd of men dart between us.
Fuck!
I shoot my way through them, trying to cover Tony as he punches and knocks them against walls. I take one out, he falls. Tony tackles the other.
I can’t get a good shot.
Suddenly, I’m knocked backward and a heavy weight is on top of me.
“Get off of me, Prick!” I scream, still holding my gun, but it’s sandwiched between our bodies.
He punches me.
And I’ve had it.
I rear my head back and head-butt him as hard as I can, ignoring the throbbing pain pulsing in my forehead, or the back of my head. Jarring my skull wasn’t the best plan with a gaping hole in the crown. He stands up and cocks his leg back to kick me. Aim. Shoot. Good riddance.
He falls to the ground next to me, sputtering blood and I scowl, trying to make my way vertical again. If only they knew how difficult it was to stand…
I chuckled to myself. Would they care if they knew I was having a tough time standing?
Would they magically just stop being dicks?
