“You’ll fucking pay for what you did!” Lucio shouts. “We’ve got you surrounded. There’s nowhere to run, little bitch!”
Ignorant rat. I’ll slice off his tongue next.
A few more gunshots are heard, and then nothing.
They might be all out of ammo. Perfect.
I glance at my man. “Now.”
He nods and pulls out his gun while walking toward the cars, shooting anyone on sight. Lucio’s men pull out their knives instead and start a fistfight with my men. Blood squirts everywhere. It’s a full-on massacre happening right infront of my house, while I’m homing in on finding Lucio.
The car with the automatic gun finally opens its doors. Lucio steps out while one of his men protects him and shoots one of my men point-blank in the head. I aim and shoot for his guy’s gun and blast it out of his hands. Then try to shoot at Lucio himself, but my chamber’s empty once more.
Shit, I’m all out as well. We’re left to our knives now. I guess this is going to be a dirty fistfight.
Suddenly, a car veers out from the right side of my mansion, from the road where I sent Franco off, and my eyes immediately widen in panic.
Oh no. Stella.
The car comes to a screeching halt near the dead bodies, but I have no second to check what’s going on because Lucio charges right at me with his knife aimed at my heart.
“You’re going down now!” he says.
I pull out my knife too and fend him off while my men behind me are fighting his men, trying to gain control over the battlefield.
BANG!
The sudden gunshot catches me off guard as it hits the ground right beside Lucio’s feet.
“What the…?”
We both glance at the person stepping out of the car, gun raised.
Stella. Oh, fuck no. What is she doing here? I told Franco to grab her and run. She’s not even supposed to…
“Stella?” Lucio says with furrowed brows.
I swipe at him with my knife while he’s too distracted by her presence and slice him right in the shoulder. He roars out in pain, then stabs me too, but he misses, barely. The knife cuts through my shirt, scraping my chest, leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
He strikes at me again while I misstep.
Fuck, he’s going to cut me for real this time.
BANG!
Another shot is fired. “Stay away from Matteo!” she yells.
She’s protecting me.
“That bitch,” Lucio says. “You dare to shoot me?”
His knee comes up and hits me in the stomach, and I groan and buckle forward from the pain, after which he stomps me in my face with a fist. I fall back on my ass, dizzy as hell, while he storms off toward Stella.
“Don’t you fucking hurt Matteo!” Stella shouts back.
“Stella, run!” I yell.
“No, I’m not fucking leaving you!”
