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As I drop to the ground beside him, I don’t bother to look up at my father. If he’s going to kill me, there’s nothing that’s going to stop him. All that matters right now is Tyson.
I drop my gun beside me and run my hands over his face. I pull back his eyelids but he doesn’t respond to the bright light shining above us. My heart’s beating faster and I feel like I’m going to be sick. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen. We’re supposed to be happy. We’re supposed to be starting a life together.
I’m not supposed to be watching him die on the ground.
I told him that we needed to wait for backup. Now, I’m going to lose him because I didn’t fight harder to make him listen to me.
I should’ve made him listen.
“Tyson, come on.” I pat his cheeks lightly. “Open your eyes, please. You need to open your eyes. You’re not dying on me today. Open your fucking eyes and let’s get out of here.”
Tyson mumbles, his head shifting to the side slightly. Hope swells in my chest as I keep patting his cheeks, trying to keep him awake. I put pressure on his bullet wound, my hand soaking in his blood as I try to stop the bleeding.
“Come on, you have to be okay. We’re having a baby. Our baby needs you.”
“You’re having a baby?” Dad laughs, and I can hear his footsteps as he starts pacing. “A baby with the man who’s trying to lock me away? I didn’t raise you to be a traitorous bitch or a whore.”
“You barely raised me at all,” I say, venom in my voice as I glare at him over my shoulder. “You’ve done nothing but ruin my life since the day I was born.”
Dad shakes his head. “You think I’ll allow you to walk away? You’re having a baby. It’s a shame that your child is going to die for the sins of its parents.”
I look at him and pure hate bleeds out from me. I want to kill him where he stands but I know he’s ready for it. Dad’s trying to goad me into a purely emotional response.
An emotional response will get me killed before I’m standing. I need to be smart about this. Dad likes to monologue. He likes feeling like he has power over someone else. I need to keep him talking, distract him until his guard drops slightly.
There’s no telling when the backup will get here. Until they do, I’m on my own, and I have to try to survive for as long as possible.
“Give up,” Dad says, his tone harsh. “Get to your feet. Traitors do not deserve to mourn.”
“Fuck you.” I spit at the ground in front of his feet, knowing that he will take it as a severe insult. “You’re the most pathetic excuse for a human being I’ve ever seen.”
He chuckles and presses the barrel of his gun against my head. My stomach drops to my feet but I don’t take my hands off Tyson. I need him to know that I’m here and I’m not going to let him go.
Tyson’s going to be fine. He has to be fine. We have a baby that’s going to be entering this world soon. He needs to be around for his baby.
“You may have my blood, but you’re no daughter of mine. I don’t understand how I raised you all these years, gave you everything you asked for, yet you still feel like it’s appropriate to turn against me.”
“And I don’t know how you feel like it’sappropriateto raise your children to be criminals.”
He shrugs, the gun pressing harder into my temple. “Better than the alternative. You and your brothers were given a good life. You were taught how to take care of yourselves. I’ve done everything a good father does.”
I laugh. Even if just to spite him. My voice turning to ice. “A goodfather? You nothing but a joke. A fucking monster who deserves to spend the rest of his life in prison.”
“Yes, of course, you would think that. I don’t know where I went wrong with you.”
My heart is hammering in my chest as I look back down at Tyson. Tears roll down my cheeks as I run my hand over his face. He mumbles again, shifting slightly but his eyes don’t open.
Backup should be on the way but I don’t know how much longer he has. When I look down at the ground, the puddle of blood is growing larger. My chest constricts as I hear the safety click.
Tyson isn’t going to make it. I know that. I still have a piece of him with me, though. I can’t allow anything to happen to our baby.
Dad thinks he’s won.
“Traitors like you don’t deserve the Russo name. Traitors like you willneverbe allowed to continue existing within the Russo mafia.”
I know my father like the back of my hand. He always like to have the last word. Always has to gloat about being the king of the pin. So, I let him talk as I reach for Tyson’s gun and turn it on my father, firing before he can say anything else.
He gasps as blood seeps down his nose. The moment his body hits the floor, I get up and kick the gun away from him. My chest is tight as sobs shake my body. I drop down to the ground beside Tyson to use my free hand to keep pressure on the wound that’s still bleeding. If it’s bleeding it means he’s still alive, right? He has to be…
