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"Aryana, you will not be safe. Our enemies will sniff you out. It's better-"
"I thank you for your concern, but I still refuse. There's no way your enemies can find out I'm pregnant or know about me. It was just a one-night stand. Nothing special." I reiterated.
"Don't interrupt my father when he's speaking!" I was startled upon hearing Alexander's sharp reprimand.
"Alexander!" Mr. Romano silenced his son.
Perhaps I was rude, but they couldn't expect me to process all this information and remain calm. I wanted to leave here immediately.
Mr. Romano looked at me as if he wanted to say something but changed his mind. He sighed.
"All right. You are free to go. Please allow us to keep in contact with you. After all, you are carrying my son’s child."
I nodded. I was surprised by how easily he had allowed me to go. I thought that he would have forced me to stay or threatened me with my family, but he didn't.
"Let my men drop you near your place." He requested, and I acquiesced.
I stood up and left the room with one of his men leading me out and another following after me. I glanced at Alexander, but he still didn't look at me. He had only looked at me twice throughout the showdown, and as much as I didn't want to care, it hurt. Especially his comment that insinuated I slept around. I slept with him despite not knowing him, but that was because of my rough week. It wasn't as if it was a habit of mine to have one-night stands.
As I entered the vehicle that brought me here, the hurt I felt shifted to irritation. Why did I think about that asshole? I wasn't going to have anything to do with him. Besides, I wasn't sure if I would keep this child yet.
I was frustrated. Different things bombarded my mind, and I weres now in turmoil. I watched the scenery pass through the car window as I struggled with my thoughts.
"We're here."
I snapped out of my thoughts and exited the car with a small 'thank you.' We had stopped at the bus stop. Mr. Romano had explained that it would have been dangerous for them to drop me at my apartment directly, and I had no complaints.
As I walked towards the bus stop, ready to wait for the bus, my eyes caught sight of a fast incoming vehicle. The car screeched to a halt, and several men emerged. What happened next could only be described as chaos.
Two men ran towards me, and I scrambled backward, my heart beating rapidly. Before they reached me, two gunshots went off, and the two bodies in front of me collapsed like puppets whose strings had been cut off. I screamed at the sight of blood pooling around these two dead men.
Dead men. Fuck! Two men were killed right in front of me!
I could barely discern anything happening through the blood rushing to my head and the uprising panic bubbling in my throat. Gunshots and screams filled the air as pedestrians ran erratically to safety. I ran to a nearby vehicle and crouched behind it, clutching my head in fear.
Three more cars appeared, two from the side I walked from and the other from the direction the other vehicle had come from. I felt a hand grab me from behind, and I whirled around in panic and came face to face with none other than Alexander.
"Alex-"
"Keep your head lowered." He ordered.
Then, I noticed he was also holding a gun, cocked and ready to release bullets at its owner's command.
I screamed when he raised his body over the vehicle and fired several shots. I closed my eyes tightly. Was this happening, or was it a bad dream after overworking myself?
I heard Alexander shout some things in Italian to his subordinates before a touch on my arm forced me to open my eyes.
"Come."
He pulled me to my feet and started running with me, using my free hand to cover my head, even though it wouldn't do anything to stop a stray bullet from penetrating my brain.
Even with my head lowered as we ran across the road and around haphazardly parked cars, I could still hear bullets flying around us.
"Get in!" Alexander ordered.
I immediately entered the passenger seat with him in the driver's seat. Once we were in the car, I could see how wild the situation was. Dead bodies littered the road with blood splatters painting the concrete in a grotesque art form. There were still people shooting guns at one another.
"What the hell is going on?" I shouted at Alexander as he expertly reversed and drove us away from the chaotic and sudden shoot-out.
