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His words didn’t mean shit to me. “Please don’t.” I only cared about living. I only cared about how my own brother killed my baby. How much he hurt me.
He shook his head like I did something so stupid, but it also looked like he didn’t even hear my words. He was not focused on me. “You made it hard, you know. I pushed you to spy for me. I was almost sure Antonio was going to kill you himself, but that didn’t work. Then that damn dog saved you.” He turned back to me with hateful eyes. “You pushed me into doing this, Priscilla.”
My throat tightened with so much sadness but also hate. I always hated Michele, but it was never like this. Right at this moment, I truly knew what real hatred meant.
I wanted to kill him.
I was going to kill him.
Even though all my chances seemed pretty slim, I tried to hold onto my hope. I tried to believe Dario was going to help me get back. I tried to believe reinforcement was on its way.
I just hoped Michele was going to fucking lose this.
Despite all of it, I kept crying, and I kept quiet. I didn’t have much advantage against him. He was stronger and more skilled in killing than me. However, he had one flaw. He didn’t know me at all.
He believed I was just a stupid, spoiled, bratty girl. He never tried to see past my shell. He was fucking bad at reading people.
So, I gave him what he expected from me. I gave him the weak Priscilla so he would not see when I came for his neck.
Not until it was too late.
Chapter 37
Antonio
I was fucking late. I drove as fast as I could, but apparently, they did too. I also called Salvatore, but they were not here yet. Only I was.
And I was late.
Two cars were blocking the deserted road in the woods. Gunshots filling the area. I jumped out of my car, my eyes only searching for Priscilla. I needed to get her before she got hurt. I could not fail her one more time.
I could not lose her or our baby.
One guy was dead on the ground, and another was shooting at Dario. As I got out of my car, I saw him succeed. I didn’t want Dario to die. He was a good kid. He did well following Priscilla. Yet my brain couldn’t care about his well-being at this moment.
If his death meant Priscilla’s safety, I would kill him myself.
The guy who shot Dario turned to me, fully intending to shoot me as well. He was too slow, though. Slow enough for me to blow his face off. I didn’t care who this man was. I would shoot anyone who touched my wife.
I quickly reached the other side of their car to check, but there was no one in there. Only two dead bodies. The car was empty too. My ribs squeezed my heart like they were made out of knives.
I needed to find her.
I circled the scene and went to the other car. Dario was lying on the floor. The shot from his stomach looked bad and needed immediate care.
Unfortunately, I could not waste time with that. I had to get to Priscilla quickly. I could only hope he had already saved her and she was hiding somewhere close. I hoped he had already handled the situation. I hoped, even though I knew it was a low possibility.
“Where is she, Dario?” I growled desperately.
Dario pushed his hand to his wound. His lungs sounded like they were filled with rusty needles every time he breathed. Yet despite everything, he managed to point to the other side of the road. “Woods,” he rasped.
“Keep the pressure,” I said, pointing to his wound before running to the forest. If I could get Priscilla quickly, maybe I would be able to save Dario as well, but my priority was my wife.
I ran into the woods, my eyes searching for her blonde hair. I wished I knew how deep she was. I wish I knew in what condition she was. I didn’t want to find her the same way I did the last time she was in the woods.
I could not bear it.
As my eyes searched for her, I saw a gun on the ground. I didn’t stop to get it. I didn’t waste my time on anything and instead looked around and saw movement. A man in a black suit running, another form on his front.
