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Two men are speaking in hushed tones, and when I look past them, I see a woman tied to a post with a bag over her head.
Mia.
I growl in the back of my throat and meet Nico at the back.
“She’s in there,” I say. “Cover me.”
“Wait—” Nico starts, but it’s too late, I’m already breaking into the back door.
The second I get in, Nico starts shooting, and I duck, firing my gun at the first guy once, and then twice. The first bullet hits him in the chest and the next in his throat, and he goes down, covering the gushing wound with one hand.
The other guy sprints toward me as if he’s going to tackle me, but Nico shoots him in the leg as I get him point blank in the face and he falls to the ground, dead.
I don’t realize there’s a bullet in my shoulder until I lift up my arm to take the bag off of Mia’s head and pain rockets through me.
“Who did this?” I ask, cradling her face with one hand, looking at her bruised cheekbone.
“I...I don’t know,” she says, looking away from me. There are tears streaming down her face, and I swear to God, I’ll kill Vincenzo the second I see him.
She stares at me blankly. She looks traumatized and all I want is to take her into my arms but my shoulder feels numb, my whole arm aching.
“Pretty girl,” I croon as Nico unties her. I’m planning to scoop her up into my arms but I can’t, Nico puts a hand on my good shoulder.
“You’re hit,capo,” he says. “We need to call the doctor.”
“Get her home first,” I say, and I’m starting to fade in and out. I look down and blood is soaking my white shirt.
“Dante,” Mia whispers.
I black out for a moment, but when Nico helps me up, pain shoots through my shoulder and I cry out. He all but carries me to the car, leaving Mia to trail behind us. I don’t like it. I want her home. I don’t want her to see any of this.
“You have to put pressure on the wound,” Nico orders. His voice seems to be coming from very far away.
Mia presses a handkerchief against my wound and I grit my teeth not to scream. Nico’s looking at the back of my shoulder.
“It’s a through and through, thank God,” he mutters, before getting me into the car. Mia gets in with me, in my lap and pressing the cloth against the still-bleeding wound.
Mia’s pale face and blue eyes are the last thing I see before I black out.
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MIA
Dante keeps passing out and I’ve never been so scared in my whole life. There’s no way I can tell him about what I heard about Vincenzo and his parents. If he got hurt trying to save me, he might get killed trying to get rid of Vincenzo.
The only way to keep pressure on the wound is to sit in his lap and face him and I see his eyes roll back into his head over and over as he struggles to maintain consciousness.
My face aches all over but I can’t even think about it right now. All I can think about is Dante.
When we arrive at the house, Nico carries Dante in over his shoulder and I jog next to them.
“He needs whiskey or something, we’re going to have to stitch it up if the doctor doesn’t show,” Nico says, and I felt myself go even paler.
“In the liquor cabinet,” I point toward it and Nico runs over, grabbing a bottle and handing it to Dante, who was semi-conscious.
Dante takes a big swig, and then another, chugging almost a fourth of it.
“Fuck, it hurts,” he groans as I press the handkerchief harder on the wound. He’s covered in blood and now my hand and arm are covered, too. How much blood can a man lose?
