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I feel hands on my legs, dragging me. The coarseness of the sand, with my body roughly moving on it, makes my skin hurt. I’m bruised by the impact on my body.
I finally get a sense of my surroundings as my head clears. Piero is holding my legs apart. I’m screaming just as Beatrice is.
I try to kick him, but another man holds my neck tight, choking me. I struggle to breathe as I kick my legs at Piero. He is reaching for the button on my jeans.
He’s trying to fucking rape me.
Dio Santo (Holy God).
I’m losing my breath as I take a handful of sand to throw into the eyes of the man choking me. He sees me before I can pack the sand in my palm.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” He uses his knees to hold my left hand down and let go of my neck. Piero lands another slap on my cheeks.
“Bitch, stop fighting me.”
A tear trickles down my face. My head is banging. I’d rather have them kill me than let them fucking rape me.
Beatrice runs towards me and pushes Piero off me. The others run to her and hold her arms. One punching her in the face.
I use my other hand to throw sand in the eyes of the man kneeling on my left arm. He grunts a curse as it flies into his eyes. Piero returns to me with a gun pointed to my head.
“Shoot,” I tell him.
Blood seeps out from the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll shoot her instead.” He points the gun at Beatrice.
We hear a noise from outside, drawing our attention. I can hear the screeching sounds of tires and gunshots.
“Are we expecting anyone?” Piero asks the rest.
“No.” The others respond in unison.
Piero bends and pulls me up by my hair. “You’re coming with me.”
“Fuck you!”
My nose is bleeding as he drags me with him. The rest run to the crates, carrying guns out of them.
Someone’s here.
Finally.
Chapter thirty-one
Alessandro
Daniel hands over a machine gun to me as he slips a knife into his boot.
I jump out of the Tacoma truck with the gun in my hand.
The warehouse is surrounded by Aldo’s men shooting back at us. Using the door of the car as a shield, I take shots at the men.
Daniel joins me as my men push forward. A bullet is shot in my direction, but I dodge before it breaks through the window.
Two men come out from inside the warehouse with submachine guns, shooting frantically. Several of my men fall to the ground dead.
“Fuck!” A bullet flies past me.
