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I’m already by the nail and I fall back to the ground. “Yes, listen to your boss, asshole.” I laugh.
The other holds his shoulders as he tries to come at me. They switch to speaking Italian with raised voices.
I use the distraction to rub the rope on the head of the nail sticking out. The noise dies down after a heated argument that lasts for only a few minutes.
I muffle my groans as I feel the edge cut my wrist, but I don’t stop. The rope is slowly loosening. I look over to Beatrice, who meets my gaze with worried eyes and furrowed brows.
The corners of my lips curve upward as I pull my face into a tiny smile. She watches me closely, then turns her face away the moment one of the men turns to look at us.
I stop moving, letting out calming breaths. He turns back to face the others and I continue cutting the rope, adding a bit more pressure. My eyes meet Beatrice’s again.
“You’re bleeding,” she mouths.
I grunt, nodding my head in response. The rope loosens even more.
“What the fuck is happening there?”
Piero stops arranging the crate and turns, walking in my direction. The rope cuts loose after a few more strikes to the nail, just before he gets to me.
Piero reaches for my arm and tries to pull me up. I take a handful of sand from the ground and throw it in his face as he bends to me.
“Puttana (Bitch),” he yells. He groans louder as I kick him in the groin. His pistol falls from his hand. The others rush towards us. I pick up the gun quickly and point it at Piero.
“I’ll fucking shoot him.”
They point their guns at me, except one who has his pointed at Beatrice.
Damn it.
“Well, prepare to say goodbye to your sister, too,” he threatens.
I exchange glances between Beatrice and the men. Piero is glaring at me with green eyes full of rage.
“One.”
The man pulls on the trigger, pointing the gun at Beatrice’s head. She’s whimpering, staring at him while he’s pointing the gun at her.
“Save yourself, Adriana!” Beatrice says.
“Two.”
“Okay. Okay! Fuck, stop!”
“No, Adriana!”
“I can’t do it, Beatrice. I just can’t.”
I drop the gun to the ground and raise my hands. One of the men picks up the gun and slaps me in the face with it. My face feels hot from the hit.
“Leave her the fuck alone!”
He slaps me again until I fall to the ground.
“I’m going to teach this cagna (bitch) a fucking lesson to never mess with me,” Piero says as I raise my head.
Beatrice is crawling to me, screaming with tears in her eyes.
I’m half deaf, with only the echoes of Beatrice’s screams in my head.
