Victoria held up both hand to show that she didn't have a weapon.
“You ain't got no gun?!” Natasha yelled.
Victoria blew out a harsh breath and rolled her eyes. “Bitch, I am on a secluded island in and evening gown. Why the fuck would I have a gun?”
“What the fuck family have you been in for the last few years?” Natasha scolded.
Victoria closed her eyes and shook her head. “We’re on an island!”
“Go get a gun!” Natasha snapped.
“Ughhhh!” Victoria grunted. “This is some bullshit!”
Victoria slid her heels off of her feet and tied the bottom of her gown. She crawled around the table and looked back at Natasha.
“Shoot somebody!” Victoria ordered.
Natasha nodded and leaned around the other side of the table. By now, there were four shooters by the door firing into the ballroom. She fired a round, taking out one of the men. Firing another, she took out one more. By that time, Victoria had made it to the entrance. She stood to the side and waited for the third man to cross the threshold. Once he did, she backhand punched the shooter in the throat, and side kicked his knee. As he fell over in pain, Victoria snatched his automatic rifle and shot the man in the back of the head. The look on Victoria’s face made Natasha sad. Everything that her friend had been through was showing on her face as soon as she killed the shooter. Victoria was a strong, fierce woman, but what she needed was peace. Sadly, Natasha couldn't give Victoria the peace she needed because the fourth shooter had focused his attention on her. Natasha took him out before Victoria could raise the weapon. For now, the doorway was clear.
Victoria snatched one of the dead shooter’s AK47s and ran across the ballroom. She tossed the automatic weapon to Joseph who, because of his time in Vietnam, was a sharpshooter in his own right. Without a word, Joseph ushered their family and friends into the kitchen. He didn't take them to the hall because the hall hadn’t been cleared yet.
Natasha walked over to the doorway where the dead shooters were and gathered the rest of their weapons. She passed one to Jonathan, and the other two to Carlo and Vincenzo. Since they were both in law enforcement, Natasha assumed that they could handle a weapon.
She searched the ballroom for her husband, Catarina, and Gio. For some reason, Natasha was not worried. She could physically feel that Gianni was okay, and Catarina would never let anything happen to Gio. In her soul, she knew that her family was safe, but that didn't stop her from wanting to lay eyes on them.
“Natasha!” she heard from behind.
She turned. It was Catarina. She had Gio tucked on her hip as she followed everyone else into the kitchen.
“Come with us!” Catarina cried.
“No, mamma. I gotta find Gianni. Take care of Gio.”
“Nata—”
“Take care of Gio!” Natasha repeated.
Catarina said nothing. She only nodded and entered the kitchen. Natasha could still hear the sound of shots fired outside, and now that the ballroom had been cleared, she was going to get her man.
