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I kick and fight as best I can, but he has a tight hold on me. He wraps my arms tightly around my back and pushes me to the floor, pinning me down with his weight. Luca straddled my hips and I know just the kind of trouble I was in. I was in serious, serious trouble.
If I couldn’t fight with fists, then I would need to fight with words. Buy myself some time. He smacks me, hard and sharp with an open fist and I felt my head swing to the side.
“What do you want with me, Luca? Really?” I cry. “I can’t be worth all this! Just forget about me and let me go!” Tears were streaming down my face, but not in sadness, in anger and frustration. I’m so done with this, so done with this life and pain the surrounded him. I want to go back to the bubble I’d made with Kieron.
I honestly thought he’d be overjoyed with me being gone. But it was all about possession and control with Luca. Always had been and the fact that I couldn’t be controlled, even through force anymore, was like a slap to the face and a major blow to his ego.
“Just let me go,” I sneer.
“Shut up, you bitch. Stop crying, you know how I feel about the crying.” He snapped, hitting me across the other cheek.
I grit my teeth, refusing to give him anymore tears or begging, and slowly turned my face back to look at him. I have to figure out a way to get out, a way to get free of him, once and for all.
The look in his eyes was unhinged, dark and murderous. He was actually going to kill me and the look on his face said he would enjoy it.
“Before you die,” He says, and I’m almost happy he’s going to monologue since it gives me more time to find an escape plan. Kieron was a couple hours away and dealing with his dad so I couldn’t count on him saving me this time. “You should know that I have plans for your sister.”
“Don’t touch her!” I scream, my hands clenched into fists behind my back.
“You aren’t getting it. You’ll be dead, your debt will transfer to her. What, did you think that the disposal and coverup of the murder she committed had been free? For either of us? You called me and I had to pay the team. I believe you still have a couple hundred thousand left to work off. And if you aren’t going to be working for me, either in my bed or for my group, then you’re of no use to me. But wewillbe paid. That means once your used up corpse hits the ground, your sister will pay. Although, I think her payment will be being…passed around my crew.” He’s leaned down and saying these horrible words with such excitement and glee.
I couldn’t let him leave this house.
I lunge up as much as I can and hit him in the nose with my face again, the ache in my head worth it when I heard the crack and feel his blood splatter onto my face joining my own. Luca leans back to cradle his twice broken nose and it gives me just enough space to pull my arms free. Before he can recover, I buck up and throw him off of me grappling for space. I go to kick him to gain more space, but he holds onto my ankle. His grip is tight and bruising, pulling me to him. I sit up and punch him in the throat. Luca lets go and grabs his throat with both hands, gasping for breath.
The hits to the head were starting to mess with me. I didn’t have much time before I passed out, the darkness was creeping in and not leaving.
I waste no time at all, and dive for the guns, grabbing both and flicking the safety of mine. I point both guns at Luca and look him dead in the eye.
Time stands still as Luca realizes I’ve bested him. The deadly look on his face transformed into amusement.
“Oh wow. I’ll admit your fighting is better,” he says with a fake laugh, wiping the blood from under his nose “but I know you well enough to know that you won’t pull that trigger. You can’t, you’re too soft. Too weak. Too pathetic.”
For a moment, I believed him. I was weak, I was soft, I was pathetic and I wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. For a moment, I hesitated. But then he started to laugh again, laugh like a deranged person and a chill went down my spine. Maybe he’d finally snapped.
“I’m not scared of you; some fucking stupid whore who knows nothing and is good for nothing.”
“I’m so glad to be rid of you.” I say softly, my decision made and my hands steady.
“Oh amore, you’ll never be rid of me.” He says with a wild, evil smile, his teeth stained red with blood.
“I will. I’ll be free.” I say strongly and pull the trigger.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kieron
Bang!
My heart beats faster and I push my legs harder, running inside the house. Bryan and Trent run around each side of the house to the back door and Cillian stayed by my side, running inside the front door with me.
I pull my gun out, fully prepared to kill that son of a bitch and any other fucker I find in that room.
There’s a heavy clatter of something being dropped in the kitchen. I push through the house, Cillian right on my heels. What I see brings me to a stop before darting over to where Talia knelt, her face blank and completely zoned out right in front of a dead body. My heart breaks and I fall to my knees to hold her.
She looks like she’d taken a hell of a beating; her cheek split open and bleeding, her lip swollen and open, her eyes already turning blue with bruising. There was blood all over her. I tried to keep my anger in check, tried to breathe through my desire to kill a dead man again.
“Talia, baby.” I held onto her hands, uncaring of the blood staining them. She still hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked at me or said anything. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the hole in Garzino’s chest.
