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"Please. Let me go.”
He squeezes me in his arms and doesn’t let go. He lets me cry on his chest and I don’t hold back any tears. “I just want Ale in my arms and this nightmare to be over. This is all my fucking fault.”
“He's strong. He can handle himself," Daniel whispers.
I have no idea how long I hold onto Daniel, crying, until the sound of a gunshot breaks us. It came from behind, just where we left Ale.
Oh fuck, Ale.
“Ale!”
I let go of Daniel and surprisingly he lets me go. The three of us run frantically back to where we had left Alessandro.
I’m not thinking straight as I run back to him. I love him so much; I’m not letting Aldo take him, too.
Aldo is on the floor with a bullet through his shoulder. Alessandro turns to look at me. He staggers on his feet, dropping his gun by his side. Daniel tries to help him but he puts out a finger to stop him.
“I’ll kill this fucking bastard myself. Get the fuck up and fight me, Aldo,” Alessandro says as he turns back to face Aldo. He holds his wounded shoulder and groans as he struggles to stand to his feet.
“Alessandro, you’re hurt,” Daniel warns.
There are more cuts on Alessandro’s body. His shirt is covered with blood.
“I said I’ll fucking handle this, Daniel.”
Aldo grunts to his feet, picking up the pocketknife he has dropped to the ground. “I’ll kill you. All of you.”
He moves forward with the knife and tries to strike Alessandro. Ale dodges his strike and counters with an uppercut.
Aldo grunts loudly as his mouth starts to bleed. He cleans the stain with the back of his hand and returns his palm to his wounded shoulder.
“You’d rather die for this little bitch?”
Alessandro gets pissed at his words and catches him by surprise with another punch in the face.
“You don’t get to fucking call her that.” He punches him again and Aldo falls to the ground.
Aldo smiles with a bleeding mouth and spits out some of his blood. He stares past Alessandro at me. “Bitch. You should be dead,” he laughs.
I try to run to meet him and put a fucking bullet through his head, but Beatrice stops me before I can. “You old bastard.”
Alessandro kicks him hard, and his body gets suspended in the air for a split second with the impact of the kick. He coughs out more blood and has the same fucking smile back on his face.
“Let me go.”
Beatrice wraps her arms around my waist and stops me completely from moving. She drags me backward instead.
With Alessandro’s attention on me, Aldo shoves a knife into his thigh, laughing maniacally as Ale screams. He takes advantage of the distraction and presses his finger into the cut in Ale’s hand.
“Ale!” I yell, afraid. Beatrice doesn’t let go of me, nor is Daniel doing anything to help him, and it’s starting to piss me off.
Aldo’s hurting Ale and I just can't watch it. Not again. “Help him,” I yell at Daniel.
“He doesn’t want me to. Stop worrying, Adriana. He can handle this himself,”
“Stupid child!” Aldo grunts. He glances to look at us and back at Alessandro. He twists the knife into Alessandro’s flesh.
Beatrice lets go of me this time, and I pick up the gun Alessandro had dropped before, shooting Aldo in his second shoulder.
