Page 61 of Did My Heart Love Till Now?

Leave that house and see what happens. You’re surrounded. Gavino, are you missing your father, yet?

Without realizing, I squeezed Sofia’s shoulder. She pressed her palm to the back of my hand and laid her head on my arm. There was a long, silent pause as we exchanged glances. Nick stepped over to the side of the window and tugged the long, grey curtains to the side. Gently, he lifted one of the blinds, revealing a small opening. He bobbed his head back and forth trying to peek outside undetected.

CRACK!

A split second later, Bellagio dropped to the floor following a loud crack. It happened so fast, none of us had time to duck.

“Fuck fuck!” Nick gasped. “Get down!”

“Oh my God!” Sofia cried out.

“Get on the floor now!” I grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the floor on the opposite side than where Bellagio had fallen. “Get down. Get down.” She slithered to the floor, and I crawled down after her.

Joey dropped next to Bellagio’s body and was out of my line of sight. I laid on my stomach on the hard, wooden floor. My gun dug into my side. I slithered to the foot of the bed, trying my best to peek around.

“J!” I hissed. “Is he dead?”

“Oh, yes very.” Joey groaned. “Head shot.”

“Fuck!” Nick muttered. “Fia, are you good?”

“She’s fine.” I responded for her.

She was still covering her mouth in shock while silent tears plummeted from her eyes. Her body trembled as she looked to me for any sort of comfort.

CRACK!

I rolled on my side, placing my hand on the back of her head. I tugged her toward my body. “It’s okay, my baby.” I pressed my lips to her forehead, remembering I had not told her about my father yet and she just heard her own father threaten her life.

“We’ve got to get out of here.” Joey growled. “That had to be a sniper shot!”

“I don’t know how the fuck they could see.” Nick huffed.

“Cameras or you told them you fucki—”

“Hey!” I snapped rolling the other way. “Enough Joe! Nick, did you hang your phone up?”

After a long silence, he murmured. “Yeah, I guess I did, or he did.”

“Nick, can you crawl under the window and get to that desk?”

CRACK!

Another shot came through the window and hit the wall. Nick looked at his watch.

“I think so, why?”

“Paper and pen.” I panted. “See if there’s any and get it out.” I turned toward where Joey was hiding. “Joey, do you have your phone?”

“Right here.”

“Okay, hang on.”

Nick rolled over on his back and dug his heels into the floor, sliding himself toward the desk. He rolled over on his stomach and reached up carefully, opening one of the drawers.

CRACK! CRACK!

“Shit.” Nick growled.

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