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“Is something wrong?”
“Those fucking bastardos (bastards) can’t do anything right!”
I’m startled by the intensity of his voice. I’ve never seen him this angry. He walks to the bar and smashes the glass he left on the table on the ground. Glass pieces litter the spot on the floor.
“You’re scaring me, Alessandro.” I wrap my arms around myself and shift on the couch further away from him.
“Fuck,” he grunts. He punches the wall and rests his head on it.
“Alessandro, you’re hurt.” I watch as blood drips on the floor from cuts on his knuckles.
“I’m alright, Adriana.” He doesn’t take his head off the wall.
“You’re not alright, Alessandro.” I stand from the couch and try to move closer to him.
“What’s wrong? You can tell me.”
“I want to be alone. I need to think.” Ignoring his words, I take another cautious step closer to him. “Talk to me, Ale.”
“Leave me the fuck alone, Adriana.” He lifts his head off the wall to face me. “You are only here because of a stupid deal I had no choice but to strike. Know your place around here!”
Here we go again…
Unlike before, I don’t stop the teardrop from falling from my eye. I just fucking knew it. He was playing me all along, making me believe he wants me the way I want him. Fuck. I’m so stupid to think...
His words make my heart hurt; I can feel them stab deeply. I leave his presence, running into my room and slamming the door shut. I hear him call my name but I ignore him, searching through the closet for my clothes.
I don’t want to stay here anymore. Or anywhere near him. I can’t take his games anymore. I wipe my tears as I take off his stupid shirt.
“Adriana,” he knocks.
“Fuck you, Alessandro. I don’t want to fucking see your face.”
He doesn’t knock again or call my name.
I put on the blue jeans I had on in the hospital and my grey top. I toss his shirt to the ground and walk into the bathroom, turning on the faucet in the skin to wash my swollen eyes and tears. I have no idea where I’m about to go, but I’d rather not be here with him.
He isn’t in the living room when I walk out of the room to the kitchen. I grab my phone from the countertop and walk to the front door.
My eyes bulge out as I see a dead man at the front door as I try to step out. He isn’t the only one. They are all dead, with their bodies littered around the house.
And blood. There’s blood everywhere. I hear a gunshot sound in the air as I try to run back into the house.
“Cagna (Bitch),” someone curses.
A bloodcurdling scream leaves my mouth as soon as I feel a sting in my stomach. I touch the wound, and I see a wet stain on my shirt. Falling to the ground, I can only stare at my bloody palm. Bouts of groans escape my mouth as I feel my heart pounding from my insides.
He shot me.
Chapter seventeen
Alessandro
Running down the stairs, I jump over a few in a hurry. I can’t hear Adriana’s voice again.
“Adriana!”
I barge into her room and find it empty, with my black shirt on the floor. I’m damn sure I heard her scream and the sound of a gunshot.
