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I put the car in reverse just as a van stops in front of the warehouse. Several of my men jump out of the back of the van, heavily armed and take Aldo’s men outside by surprise.
They all begin to exchange fire as I make my way to drive the car into the warehouse. I hit some of the men with the car, ramming through their bodies as I move closer to the front door. The building erupts in flames before I crash into the door.
“Fuck no!” Daniel exclaims.
“Adriana’s in there!”
I stop the car and hurriedly step out of it. One of Aldo’s men runs towards me with a knife in his hand.
He groans as I dodge his strike and land a fist on his throat. I take his hand with the knife and stab him in the stomach with it.
He yells in pain as I drive the knife out and stab him again in the chest this time.
“Ale.”
I move my head just enough for Daniel to take a shot. He shoots the man running towards me with a gun. He keeps saving me.
Daniel walks to me and hands over a gun to me. “Be careful, Ale.”
My attention is fixed on the burning building.
“Promise me you’ll keep her safe if I don’t make it out alive.” I hold Daniel’s arm tight, looking straight into his eyes.
“Make it out alive, stronzo (asshole).”
Chapter thirty-two
Adriana
Alessandro, where are you?
Nothing comes close to the feeling of being helpless, forced to watch someone take everything from you. I want to stop this—stop him. But I’m weak, with a bloodied face and a burst lip, staring at him with contempt.
His presence makes my blood boil with anger. Aldo has not only taken our freedom but is a trigger pull away from taking our lives—everything Father had built.
Beatrice is shaking as Aldo trails a gun down her throat. They had moved us to another warehouse, smaller than the first.
Aldo was already here, waiting for us. It gave the bastard Piero a little more time to touch me. I’d be shoving a knife into his chest if I had the chance to right this moment.
I resent Father even more for everything. None of this would have happened if he knew how to do his one damn job—be a father to Beatrice and me.
“What should I do to you?” Aldo teases with a stupid smirk. His men are behind us, holding us still in front of him. Aldo moves his gaze to me and settles his eyes on my breasts. My shirt has shifted down to reveal some cleavage.
“Fuck you.” I spit in his face.
The grip of the man holding me behind becomes tighter as he shakes me violently. Aldo turns his face to the side and has one of his men clean his face with a towel.
“You bitch,” he grunts and smacks me in the face.
My breath hitches from the impact as a tear slides down my face.
“Stupid brat.” He holds my neck but not tight enough to choke me. It still hurts as his fingers wrap around my throat and his nails dig into my skin.
“Let go of her,” Beatrice cries.
Aldo laughs while keeping his gaze on me. He traces the tip of the gun slowly from my head down to the V-neckline of my shirt. My chest is heaving as he trails further down my chest and stops at my cleavage, pulling the shirt to show more.
“He will have your fucking head if you place your filthy hands on me,” I say through gritted teeth.
