Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“How the hell did she get loose?” Some ugly fuck asks, pulling his weapon on me.
“How the fuck should I know? I was in the back with you.” the other one replies.
“I can answer that for you.” I smile taunting them. “I’m smarter than all of you ogres.” He grinds his teeth and starts looking around.
“Where is the other one?”
“I got her out.” I tell him trying to buy some time.
“Lying bitch!” He shouts. He turns to the other guy. “Send someone out to search the woods. Now!” He turns back to me. “I am going to enjoy dropping you, tiny girl.” Did he just call me tiny?
“You need a gun to do that? You call me tiny, but this tiny girl scares the shit out of you, huh? Seeing as how you are standing all the way over there pointing a gun at me and I have nothing.”
“Shut up!” he yells getting worked up.
“No,” I say, smiling, pleased I am getting to him. “Go ahead. Shoot me. I have nothing to lose. My family is gone. You saw to that. So kill me. DO IT!” I am suddenly overcome with emotion thinking about my parents and the life I had before all of this. I know saying I have nothing is wrong. So wrong. I have the girls and I have Ano. But right now, alone, facing death, I am not afraid, and I am embracing that.
“Dumb bitch.” I hear him cock his weapon and his fingers flex. I know what is coming. My last thought is that they believe I got Gina free. Never breaking eye contact, I hear the trigger being pulled and then he drops right in front of me.
“You know I am going to spank the shit out of you for saying you had nothing. Right kitten?” His voice breaks every wall I had built in the last few minutes. The minute I look up, his arms open and I attempt to run into them, but between the bleeding and the tears of fear and relief running down my face, I begin to collapse. Ano catches me, cursing as he takes in my shirt. “Fuck baby. Where are hurt?”
“My side. I think that is it,” I gasp out getting really tired. “Oh God Ano. I was so scared.” I tell him, hiccupping and sobbing.
“I know baby. I know. I am always going to come for you. She needs an ambulance. NOW!” he shouts to anyone that will listen. I look up and see Dario, the girls and Rocco’s Uncle Quanico. Oh shit. Gina. Trying to release my grip on Ano, though he doesn’t release his grip on me, I call out for Gina.
“Gina. Gina it’s okay.” Her hand slides from under the bed. “We are safe Gina. You can…” I hear a hiss behind me and then Quanico pushes past us. I watch fascinated as he holds his hand out for her, his face softening as he picks up on how afraid and timid she is.
“I won’t hurt you, Pequena. Ever.” She looks at me for reassurance and so does he. His eyebrow raises and I frown at him.
“He can’t hurt you with all of us here,” I tell her, giving him the same look back. He is out of his damn mind if he thinks I am going to encourage her to put her life in his hands. Beside me, Ano laughs because he knows exactly the exchange happening between us.
“Come to me little one. Let me make sure you are alright.” I can see a blush form across her cheeks, and I roll my eyes.
“Another one bites the dust,” I say quietly. She finally puts her hands in his and he lifts her off the floor like she weighs nothing and into his arms. Gasping, she puts her arms around his neck.
“You need to eat,” he growls before walking past us. “Please everyone move. I will be upset if you touch her, even by accident.” Well hell. Looks like Quanico is gone.
“Come on, baby. The ambulance is outside.” I squeeze his neck, not wanting to let go.
“Don’t worry kitten. I am not letting you out of my sight again.” Forever. I hope.
“I love you, Ano,” is the last thing I remember saying, before passing out. But I could hear his whispered words back.
“More than life, baby. More than life.”
FOURTEEN
TICIANO
THREE DAYS LATER
It’s been a rough few days. Ana has two broken ribs and had to have surgery to remove the bullet from her side. She’s been in and out of consciousness since then and I haven’t left her side except to get coffee and the bathroom. Aurora’s been here too, but she hasn’t quite warmed up to me. Forgive me if I don’t give a flying fuck about that, though. Romeo DeSantis is dead, at my hand and I’ve never felt better about a kill. He was about to attack my girl and I could never let that happen.