Page 17 of The Virgin I Desire

I felt around my side and picked up the revolver that was in my holster. I checked the bullets and prepared to fire back. We were on a street with little traffic, and I tried to look for where the shots were coming from.

My soldiers had also positioned themselves and were waiting for the best moment to counterattack.

Another shot ricocheted off the side of the dumpster and I moved, hoping to see where it was until I found a man behind a car a few feet away. I shot at him, hitting him in the shoulder and making him fall.

I rolled to the side, coming out from behind the trash can and several shots followed me until I hid behind a wall. I shot one that was on top of one of the buildings and saw him fall. My men took down two others and we waited.

There were no more shots, yet I walked around the car cautiously and went towards the guy I had shot first.

He tried to hit me with a punch, using his other arm and I dodged the blow easily. I punched him in the stomach, then kicked him, which made him sit on the floor.

I stepped on his injured shoulder, pushing him back and making him howl in pain.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Fucking bastard.” He spat at me, and I punched him.

“I'll ask you again, why were you after me?”

I saw him look to the side and notice the gun he had dropped.

I tried to catch it, but the guy was faster. I thought he was going to aim at me, but he aimed at his own head.

“Coward.”

“What did he want, boss?” One of the soldiers stopped next to me.

“To die.”

“Well, it looks like he managed it.”

It was possible that I would encounter some resistance to my power, but everyone would be sentenced to that same end.

Chapter eight

“Giovane, put down that plane and come to the table. Let's say grace and eat.” My grandmother shouted, and I turned to see my younger cousin shrug and continue calmly working the controller. “Giovane!” She screamed louder, making the boy jump in fright.

“It's not a plane, mom. It's a drone.” Uncle Mateo corrected her, making Grandma even angrier.

“Whatever! You keep giving these toys to children and they don't think about anything else.”

“Son, come eat,” called Aunt Luize, looking at the boy with a serious expression and making him land the drone and run to the long table with three generations of Bellucci.

Giovane sat down next to his brother Nicolae and made a face at my cousin Nina, who shrugged and started looking at her cell phone.

“Put away these things,” my grandmother instructed.

“You heard yournonna,[1]”Uncle Mateo gave a serious look to his children who put away all the electronic devices and directed their attention to my grandmother.

Rosimeire Bellucci was the pillar of that family and the one who made the most effort to ensure that we all remained united. There were no deals, oaths or pacts with a power greater than that of that woman.

“Start the prayer, Lorenzo.”

“Alright.” My cousin joined his hands and leaned forward a little, closing his eyes. “Dear God, I want to thank You for us all being together as a family once again. Because my parents, uncles and grandmother are still here. May it not matter the mission, the risky situation or the enemy, may we always come together again.”

“Amen!” we all said. “Let's eat.”

“What are we having today?” Nina asked.

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