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He put his emotions away for me. He made a plan.
I knew I needed to do the same. I needed to do what he did and use Michele’s weakness. Michele believed Antonio was an emotionless man who didn’t care for me, so he acted like one. I could act too.
Michele thought I was a scared little girl who would run away the second he let me go. Actually, that was the reason he let me go at all. He believed I was not going to try anything. He thought I was going to run.
So, I did.
When he let me go, I just ran.
Antonio
She ran.
Thank the fucking god she ran. For a second, I thought she was not going to. I thought even our baby was not going to make her want to survive. I was so afraid she was going to run to me.
Fortunately, she didn’t. She ran towards the road, towards the freedom.
I knew Salvatore was going to believe Priscilla and Gabriele was going to as well. Michele was going to be executed for this. Priscilla was going to be free to go back to her family, where she was really happy.
I was not going to imprison her here anymore. She was going to be free, and a part of me was always going to be with her.
Our child.
The thought made me smile. I didn’t care about my act anymore. She was safe.
I could launch to Michele, but after he let go of Priscilla, he took a few steps back. He was too far away. He would no doubt shoot me if I tried anything.
Maybe I could make another plan to save myself. I could just make him wait until help was here.
But nothing came to my mind.
I couldn’t reach my logic from my emotions. I was so damn happy that she was free. I was happy that she was going to be happy forever.
I was also sad to lose her. I was sad that I was never going to see my child born. I was never going to kiss Priscilla again.
I was going to die, but at least I knew my emotions. My heart was going to remain in this world because she was my heart. She was the source of all my feelings. They were going to live as long as she did.
Hopefully, many, many years.
“Stand up!” Michele ordered. When I looked up, I could see the fear in his eyes.
He didn’t need to.
I stood up, too far away from him to attack. My gun was too far away as well. This was it.
“I need to make this look like Priscilla did it,” he murmured and bent his knees so he could hold the gun in her height.
I closed my eyes, imagining her face. Not the one filled with dread and tears but instead her smile. I imagined her kisses, her giggles. I imagined her voice as she called me Cherry-pie. I imagined her even more round with my baby and with love and happiness filling her eyes.
As I waited for my death, I only regretted not telling her that I loved her.
I hoped she knew.
And then gunshot filled my ears.
Chapter 38
Antonio
