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I stand there, eyes closed and lips quivering, as the cold steel of my father's gun presses against my temple. I can feel his finger twitch on the trigger, and I know that any second could be my last.
But just as I prepare to meet my end, a loud crash echoes through the room. I open my eyes as my father is forced to lower his weapon, and the door bursts open with a violent force.
"Get down!" Philippe shouts, his stunning face filled with determination. He's tall and strong, every inch the powerful mafia leader I've been counting on to save me and our child. The sight of him brings both comfort and terror in equal measure. Run, I want to tell him. They'll kill you.
My father's grip on the gun is unyielding, his eyes cold and focused as he raises the barrel again and points at me. My heartpounds in my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage, every breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
I can feel the icy tendrils of fear crawling through my veins, paralyzing me with their chilling embrace.
"Please," I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. "Don't do this."
Amidst the chaos, Philippe's gaze darts around the room, searching for any opportunity to turn the tide in our favor.
"Move!" another voice barks, and suddenly, the room erupts into chaos.
A war breaks out before my very eyes, and my father is forced to turn away from me and defend himself. Philippe and his men engage in a fierce firefight with the Russians, the air thick with the scent of burning gunpowder and the deafening sound of gunfire.
"Stay behind me, Tatiana!" Philippe commands, positioning himself between me and the onslaught of bullets.
"Philippe," I whimper, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I don't want you to die."
He doesn't hear me.
As bullets continue to whiz past us, I can't help but marvel at the man who has put himself in harm's way for me. I watch as he fires shot after shot, his eyes never straying from the enemy.
"Can we make it out of here?" I ask, my voice barely audible over the cacophony of gunfire.
"Stay close to me," Philippe replies, his eyes narrowing in focus. "We'll find a way."
I watch as Philippe moves again, pulling the trigger. My heart pounds as I realize he's out of bullets.
"Get down!" Philippe orders, shoving me behind a nearby table as he dives for cover. The sound of gunfire intensifies around us, bullets tearing through the air like deadly raindrops.
"Philippe, what do we do?" I cry.
"Stay low and don't move," he instructs, his blue eyes never leaving the battle scene. "I need to find more ammunition."
"But what if they come for me?" I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks as I glance frantically between him and my father.
"Trust me,cara mia," Philippe murmurs, his hand tenderly wiping away my tears. "I promised you that I won't let anything happen to you, and I intend to keep that promise."
With that, he abandons our makeshift shelter and disappears into the fray, leaving me alone.
My heart pounds wildly in my chest, each beat a desperate plea for survival, while I cling to the edge of the table as if my life depended on it. How did we end up here, trapped in this nightmarish crossfire between the Bratva and the Mafia?
Amidst the deafening cacophony of gunfire, I notice a man on the ground, his body wracked with pain. Through the haze of smoke and chaos, I can see the determination etched across his blood-streaked face as he picks up a gun with shaky hands.
The weapon trembles in his grip, but there's a fire in his eyes that tells me he won't go down without a fight. My breath catches in my throat as I realize that he's one of the Bratva.
Who is he aiming at?
As I watch the wounded Bratva struggle to lift the gun, my eyes instinctively follow the direction of his aim. There, standing amidst the chaos, is my father, with a gun pointed at Philippe.
"Philippe," I scream, trying to warn him. The man is on the ground. He's trying to shoot Philippe.
"Philippe!" I scream again, my voice barely audible over the sounds of fighting. Panic courses through me like wildfire as I struggle against the invisible bonds that hold me captive, desperate to reach the injured man before it's too late - to stop him from shooting Philippe.
"Stay down, Tatiana!" Philippe shouts over the gunfire as his eyes lock onto mine with a fierce intensity. "I'll handle this!"
