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The second man also removes his mask, and the last thing I see is a gun coming toward my face, and everything goes black.
Nico
A bang goes off, and next thing I know, I’m on the ground. When I realize what happened, I look around for her.Shit,why was she so fucking stubborn?
I look to my left, and I see two men standing over her, speaking a language I don’t understand. One of them slaps her across the face and takes off his mask.He’s fucking dead.I reach for my gun as they say something else to her. The second guy takes his mask off, too, and pulls his gun in front of her face. He doesn’t shoot her but connects the butt of his gun to her head twice. I shoot both of them. One in the head and one in the chest.
I get up and make my way over to her. She’s out cold. I hear the one I shot in the chest gasping for air. Without looking twice, I shoot him in the head.
I pull out my phone to call Dante. “What the fuck are you doing, man? Get the fuck out of the building. What’s taking you so long?”
“Call and get the jet ready. We need the doc, too. I’ll be out in a second. We’re going to The Castle.”
The Castle, our nickname for one of our safe houses.
Fuck, my body was sore. Not to mention I have the worst headache because this fun-sized bundle of terror used me as her personal punching bag. I made a mental note to talk to her about this later. Right now, I need to get us out of here. She’s clearly the target. Nothing is making sense.
I pick her up and run. Dante is barking orders on the phone, waiting out front in an unmarked SUV. I place her in the back seat and get in with her. Dante takes the passenger seat.
“Drive! Now! Take us to the airstrip!” I yell at the driver, and he floors it.
I’m assessing her damage. She’s pretty banged up but nothing that won’t heal in a few days. At most, it’s a concussion. She’ll be sore and have some bruises to treat. Once I know she’s going to be fine, I take my phone out.
“Jet’s ready to go, man. Who’s coming?” Dante asks from the front seat, inspecting the girl beside me.
“Just us, my brothers and a few soldiers. Call Enzo, I’ll call Bash.”
We arrive on the strip thirty minutes later. As I enter the jet with the woman in my arms, Bash, Uncle Ricky, and Gerardo, ourfamilydoctor, are already sitting on a luxury tan couch across from a large flat screen TV. The minute they spot me with Natalie in my arms, he gets up to join us with an irritated look on his face, but I can see the sliver of curiosity.
Dante follows me as I place her in the plush tan seat next to me and buckle her up. She’s still out like a light. Bash and Dante sit in the seats facing ours. I put my jacket over her, not wanting her to get cold or risk any of the other guys checking her out.Again,what the hell am I doing?
Gerardo moves to Natalie, shining a flashlight in her eyes, making sure her injuries aren’t too serious. He pulls out a vial and syringe. Before I can stop myself, I grab him by the shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I bark in his face.
“It’s a mild sedative to keep her asleep until the plane lands. I imagine we don’t want her waking up mid-flight,” he replies, unfazed by my outburst.
And he had a point. The last thing we needed was for her to wake up while we’re 30,000 feet in the air.
“She has a concussion and will have one hell of a headache when she wakes up, but she’ll be fine. The sedative will wear off by the time we land.” I narrow my eyes at him before releasing his shirt and sitting down across from my brothers.
Gerardo finishes tending to Natalie before quickly moving to take his seat. Darting my eyes between them, I’m grateful nobody has said anything because I don’t know what to say, either. I could’ve just left her and minded my business. Instead, I dragged the Cosa Nostra into her drama. But we’d have answers, at least that’s what I tell myself.
Enzo, our youngest brother, and a few others are the last to join us. He scans our seats, his eyes lingering too long on our guest before he plops in the seat across the aisle next to Uncle Ricky. Any time we call for the safe house, we follow a no-questions-asked policy until we know everyone’s safe. I send him a death glare, and he just sends back a crooked smile.
We stay quiet, but once the plane is in the air for a while, I pick her up and take her to the private bedroom in the back. When I come back out, both of my brothers, Dante, and Uncle Ricky stare at me with a mixture of incredulous and curious looks on their faces, obviously waiting for answers.
“What?” I ask no one in particular as I take my seat.
Bash snaps his fingers, and the flight attendant brings us all glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
“You gonna tell us why we’re being called to the safe house and why that girl is in your possession”—his gaze shifts to the door and back to me—“unconscious?” Bash asks me as he pours us all a glass. I realize how it looks. I took her, and now I’m on the run.
“Yeah, the fuck happened back there, man?” Dante says.
“It was the Triad. Crashed the Black Rose. Two men came after her, and I think they were speaking Mandarin, but I can’t be sure.”
“That makes sense,” Dante states as he shares a look with Uncle Ricky before sipping from his glass.
