Married to the mafia boss Series

Anastasia

An arm wraps around me lifting me off my feet. One arm wrapped around my stomach and the other covering my mouth. They pull me away from the boardwalk and into a dark alley. I can’t fight them, I’m helpless. I don’t fear they are going to kill me, but I fear they are going to take me back to Boston.

Entering what looks to be an abandoned building, they dump me in the basement throwing me on the cold cement ground. I groan trying to sit up, next to me is Angelo, his eyes are shut.

I scramble to him gently slapping his face. Please wake up. A shadow casts itself over us and I look up to see my father beside Maxim.

“You betrayed us.”

I shake my head, my eyes blurring from my tears. “Leave him alone.”

“My own daughter whoring herself to a Mafia bastard. You disgrace me,” he crouches down so he is level with me as I’m still kneeling over Angelo. “You’re going to watch your lover die and then I am dragging you back to Boston.”

“No! I am not going back!”

He slaps me. “You have no choice. I am going to lock you in your room until you are no longer useful to me.”

I spit in my father’s face. He strikes me again. I fall back smacking my head against the concrete. I’m dizzy as I try to stand. I see my father hold his gun out and pointed in Angelo’s direction. I throw myself onto him and the gun goes off. I scream not knowing what damage has been done all I know is that I fight. I have to fight to get the gun out of my father’s hand. Maxim comes over and tries to restrain me. I bite down hard on his arm. I can feel my teeth digging into his skin as if he were a piece of steak.

He drops me and I tackle my father. I’m grabbing onto his back, my arms holding his neck hoping to choke him out. He shakes me off of him as if I were a fly that landed on his shoulder. He aims one last time, I watch as his finger pulls the trigger and I rush in front of the gun but the bullet fires, but I’m seething with rage and agony combined. I have to stop him.

I kick my father’s knee cap causing him to lose his balance I knock the gun out of his hand and dive on the ground for it. Maxim goes for it too. We wrestle each other. He starts choking me but he doesn’t realize that I can reach the gun if I just stretch two more inches. My vision starts to go black but my index finger gets a grip on the gun handle. I’m quick to aim and fire directly through Maxim’s forehead. His body is dead weight on mine, he’s too heavy to move but my father charges for me, his mouth open as if he’s screaming. I fire in his direction.

I hit his thigh. I move the gun higher.

I hit his stomach, he falls to the floor. I mow the gun lower.

Right between the eyes.

My father’s body collapses to the floor. Dead.

I cry still trying to move Maxim’s body off of mine. I shout for Angelo. Looking around he’s just out of my view. I hope he’s still unconscious. I try to turn my head further just so I can see him, his body is slumped over.

Gathering all my strength I shove and kick pushing Maxim off of me. My hands and face are sticky, stained with his blood. It takes no longer than a few minutes to finally get him away. I nearly trip over myself to get to Angelo.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

There’s blood dripping from behind his ear. He’s been shot in the temple. I analyze him further. He was shot right at his cochlear implant. I press my fingers to his pulse point. Faint but there.

I can’t carry him with me so I run outside and scream, I just scream hoping to draw attention to anyone in the area. I move from out of the alley and continue to scream. Some people taking a night stroll run away from me, others run toward me. By the time I convince people to follow me inside the abandoned building, there’s only maybe three people. They call the police and ambulance for me.

I sit on the ground and cradle Angelo’s unconscious body. I pet his hair softly and kiss him. I speak to him silently, You’ll be okay. This isn’t the end, Angelo. Hang on. You have to. The next hour is a blur. I waiver in and out of consciousness. I don’t know how we get to the hospital but the next thing I know is that there is a doctor inspecting me.

“I have to get to my-” I run my hands through my hair. I have blood crusted in my hair. “Where is Angelo?”

The doctor whispers something to the nurse who leaves the room. The doctor continues to do his test flashing a light in my eyes. I try and push his arm away and that’s when I notice very large nurses are standing in the doorway. The doctor touches me and I panic.

“I’m fine! Where is Angelo?”

The nurses come in and hold me down. I start to cry kicking and screaming so much that one of them pulls out a needle and injects me with what I think is some type of sedation. After that I can no longer keep my eyes open.