Opening the door wide, he pulled me outside and around the side of the house. Most of the gunfire and shouting was coming from closer to Luca's. My brother! "Logan!"
Thinking back, I would remember the way he paused before he said, "He's in the safe room with Veda."
"How do you know that?"
"Because if Luca didn't put him in there, Veda would make sure he was. A fucking bomb could blow up half the cliff and they'd be fine in that room." He glanced back at me, and his dark eyes traveled over my face. "That's where I'm taking you."
"How?" I asked him, digging in my heels. "Tristan! We won't make it!"
"We'll make it. I will keep you safe, Luna. You just have to trust me."
"She was never yours to protect, boy. And you can'thaveher."
Fear curled around my spine as my head snapped to the left to find my father standing less than thirty feet away. He was alone, and he had a pistol in his hand. It was pointed at me.
Tristan rammed into my right side, and I went down as Gino's gun went off. I landed on the ground hard, his heavy weight on top of me. I heard more shots, his body jerking as he was hit by multiple slugs.
"Nooooo!" I screamed.
"Run, Luna." Trembling with the effort it took him, Tristan roared with rage as he rose onto one knee, swinging his gun up and shooting before he collapsed to the side.
Gino staggered back, but he had a smile on his face as he watched Tristan fall.
Tristan didn't move. Blood seeped from beneath him, soaking into the dirt.
No. No no no no no. This wasn't happening.
"Tristan," I sobbed, crawling to him. I rolled him to his back, a scream building in my throat when I saw his eyes were closed and his mouth slack. "No. Tristan, no." I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Wake up. Please wake up." I looked around wildly, searching for someone, anyone, who could help.
But there was only my father. Behind him, fires broke out around Luca's house, illuminating him like the demon he was. He staggered toward me, tucking his gun into his pants at the small of his back. "Luna, come."
"No!" I screamed. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Bending over Tristan, I pressed my ear to his chest, holding my breath while I listened for his heartbeat. But there was so much noise. I couldn't hear anything. "Tristan, please," I whispered. "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."
"He's dead, Luna," Gino said. He held out a hand to me. "Your place is with me. Come home, Luna. I promise things will be better."
I raised my head, every cell in my body filled with hatred for this man. "You're nothing to me!"
Gino's eyes narrowed. "I'm your father."
"You're a fucking monster."
Grabbing Tristans's gun from his hand, pure rage welled up inside of me as I pointed it at my father and pulled the trigger, over and over, until there were no more bullets. Still, I fired. Even when he was face down on the ground and unmoving, I fired.
I kept pulling the trigger until someone grabbed my wrist and I realized I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I snapped my mouth shut, and at first, I didn't understand what was happening. Then I looked up.
"We need to go, Luni. Come on."
Logan was pulling me to my feet. "Tristan."
He glanced down at him and shook his head. "We need to go," he repeated. "It's our only chance. Luca will kill us if he finds us here with him."
In a daze, I let him pull me to my feet, and we ran through the trees to the edge of the property.
We ran until my lungs burned and my legs threatened to give out from under me. I had no idea where Logan was taking me, but at that point, I didn't care. Visions of Tristan lying on the ground echoed in my head. Because of me. Because he'd tried to protect me from my father.
He'd kept me safe. Just like he promised.
I stumbled. I'd just killed my own father. Emptied an entire clip into his body. And I felt…nothing.
