He looked at me, then at the door. "Lock the door behind me and shoot anyone who isn't us, okay?"
And then he was gone.
How the fuck would I know who wasn't "us"and who was "them"? The only people I knew were Nicolas, Gio, Damian and Mariella.
God.
I sat down on the bed, turning the safety back on and looking at the fucking killing machine in my hands.
What have I gotten myself into?
I always thoughtpeople were exaggerating when they said their entire life would flash in front of their eyes when they got into situations that were truly dangerous. Or if they were in an accident. Well, my life was definitely flashing in front of my eyes.
My memories, my friends, family–even Nicolas–they all appeared in little moments that kept flickering through my mind.
I tried not to flinch every time someone shouted, cried or fired another bullet, but it was difficult to when it felt as if the loud noises were getting closer and closer to my room. And I had no idea who was winning. I had no idea what we were up against, not that I'd be able to do anything to help. I was a liability right now, and nomatter what, I knew I would only fuck up everything if I left this room.
But I really wanted to leave.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like hours since Gio left me here and I locked the door. I wished I at least had my phone to call Nicolas, but as soon as that thought surfaced, the next one followed—I didn't even have his number.
It was wild thinking that we had only met last night. Well, he kidnapped me last night, but you know… semantics.
Getting up from the bed, I started walking toward the windows, hoping I'd be able to see something, when the door handle rattled.
My heart fucking climbed into my throat as the rattling increased and the loud voices echoed through the room.
"Someone's definitely inside," came muffled through the door, and I knew there was nowhere for me to hide. If I went inside the bathroom, I wouldn’t be able to get out. And if I stayed here, I was most probably as good as dead.
"I'll handle this. Go help the others." Yeah, they definitely weren't Gio or Damian, and if it had been Nicolas he would've called out for me. Or he would've knocked.
I moved back toward the headboard of the bedwhen whoever was behind the door slammed into it, trying to break in.
Yeah, I was going to need a cardiologist or something after this entire ordeal. Therapy too, if I survived.
They slammed into it two more times before the door finally gave way, crashing into the room.
"You!" I said as the person walked inside, lifting my gun higher as if I knew what I was doing. "You're a motherfucking piece of shit, Johnny."
"Oh, darling." The fucker I went out with last night smirked. "It is so nice to see you. Had I known Nicolas would be into you, I would've planned this differently."
"Planned what?"
"Just, you know." He shrugged and took a step closer. "Killing him, taking over his empire, and well…" He looked around the room and then back at me. "Now I'm gonna be taking his woman as well."
His– Oh, no.
Looking at him now as he stood there, smirking, so fucking full of himself, I had no idea why I ever thought this man was hot. His ego was bigger than the planet Earth, and something told me he was actually insecure as fuck. The gelled hair, the perfect clothes–they were all a maskhe wore to fool the world into thinking he's someone important.
"You really think you're so important that everyone from the Moretti family would follow you after you kill Nicolas?" I laughed. The audacity of this man.
"Shut up, bitch. You have no idea what you're talking about. Just because you got to fuck him once?—"
"Technically, twice," I laughed again. "And I actually have to thank you, Johnny."
He frowned, taken aback by my words. "Me?"
"If it wasn't for your ten retellings of Mimi's aquarium, I never would've looked around the restaurant and I never would've seen Nicolas sitting there."