Page 1 of Milo
Prologue
Isidora
I’m running behind the couch when I hear the door being kicked in with the unmistakable “click” of a gun ringing out into the air. I’m hoping I’m quick enough so whoever is at the door won’t see me.
I reach under the couch to try and find some sort of a weapon but I can’t reach anything. My fingers spread as far as they can to feel anything. Nothing!
My panic rises as I hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to the couch. I’m stupid for hiding here but I didn’t have anywhere else to hide so quickly. I couldn’t get to the safe room Octavious, my brother, installed on time.
Shit! I’m going to die here. My brother is the one who is going to find me and then he is going to continue the war that has taken the lives of so many people, including my best friend, Kasham.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” a male voice sings into the living room of the house I share with Octavious.
After our father went MIA, I was too young to live on my own and moved in with Octavious thinking that was going to be safe. Boy, was I wrong. Living with Octavious has been scary, yet good at the same time. If I wouldn’t have moved in with my brother, the don of The Andino Crime Family, I wouldn’t have met Milo.
My mind focuses on Milo, my gorgeous and sexy boyfriend as I stare death down. I’m going to die here. I know it.
“Come out, little girl. We just want to talk!”
I feel cold fingers wrap around my bare ankle and then I’m being pulled out from being behind the couch. I scream and try to kick at the man holding me with my other foot.
Nothing works. My fear has skyrocketed, choking me with it. I know I don’t have much time to stop the man from killing me but I’m going to make a mark on him. I have to.
“What a pretty little Andino!” The man mocks me.
He is about my height, however, he is much bigger than me. I could guarantee he is a member of a rival family and has been sent here to make my life hell. Or kill me.
I’m thinking the latter as he drops my ankle, leans down and sifts his fingers through my hair. I’m hoisted off the ground by my hair and then shoved into the wall. Everything happens so quickly, I don’t have time to react.
My head bounces off the wall making me slide down it. I hit the floor with a thud and I scream out in pain in hopes of letting someone know I’m hurting. That I’m being killed. To my utter dismay, nothing works.
I want to scream out that he’s killing me and I need help but my voice doesn’t work. My brain isn’t computing actual sentences as I slip slowly into the abyss of death. I knew it would happen eventually to me, I just didn’t think it would be now.
Not now when my world is finally starting to begin.
I’m going to die in here.
The man is standing above me with his gun aimed at my head. I hear the click of the gun and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’ve been in this life my whole life. I know what is about to happen and I don’t want to see it coming.
I wait for several seconds for the inevitable to happen which should have happened by now. Why hasn’t it happened yet?
The sound of glass cracking and hitting the tiled flooring has me opening my eyes to see what is happening. I peel open my left eye and then my right eye to help protect myself. If I can’t see it coming, I will have one up on them.
Wouldn’t I?
“You rat mother fucker!” The disgruntled, angry voice of Milo yells.
In a second of clarity, I breathe a sigh of relief that my boyfriend showed up to protect me. However, that clarity crashed and burned when I remembered where we were. Did he bring anyone else with him?
I feel the hands of another man on my shoulders dragging me out of the area. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to help me.
Milo drops the man who was about to shoot me and rushes over to me. “Baby, it’s Miklos,” he almost yells to get my attention.
I shake my head. It couldn’t be the Hungarian my brother brought into the family after realizing how smart he was. It couldn’t be one of their guys. No, it had to have been the man who attacked me.
That’s when I feel a stabbing pain go through my stomach. It is quick. It is painful. It is also something that makes my mind go blank.
Everything turns black.
