His Stolen Bride - MINK Page 0,34
It has kept me safe this long. My ability to not act out of emotion has kept us alive so far. The only problem with that line of thinking is that ever since I met him, Santino is the one person who does make me act on pure emotion.
More gunfire echoes through the house. It seems like it’s getting closer.
“In the closet.” I keep my hold on Gianna hand as I pull her with me, then I jerk the closet door open and drop to my knees. I push the panel on the back wall over until the hidden weapons come into sight. I pull out a knife and slide it into my sleeve before turning back toward Gianna.
“In.” I point into the dark closet.
“You’re coming with me.” Her eyes are wide, desperate.
“No. If they come looking, I can tell them you’re in another room. When they drag me out, then you have a chance to escape.”
“Drag you out!” She grips my arm tightly.
“Better one of us than both. I can take it. You and the baby need to stay safe.”
“You should be in here. They’ve come for me. They won’t kill me. They need me.”
I wish her words were still true, but her obvious pregnancy has made her importance to my father null and void. “I have no idea what Father’s reaction will be when he sees this. But I know it won’t be good.” I run my hand over her stomach.
She closes her eyes, knowing I’m right.
“We got this.” I reach over and pop the safety off her gun.
She grabs me and pulls me in for a tight hug.
I squeeze her a little harder than normal, both of us knowing this might be the last time we get to do this.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I turn my head and kiss her cheek.
“If you die I’ll never forgive you.”
I smile. “I’ll try and remember that.” A sound at the door turns my head. “Go, now,” I whisper.
Gianna steps back as I close the closet door then run to the middle of the room. Someone pulls at the door, trying to get it open. I debate if I should hold my gun on him, but that might get me shot. If anything, he’s just going to take me.
I toss the gun on the bed, hiding it under a pillow as someone slams up against the groaning double doors. Dammit! Those are brand freaking new. Another hard push and the door comes flying open with chunks of wood falling to the ground.
“Bella.” Renzo gives me a wicked smile that makes my skin crawl. He has his gun trained on me.
“You’re actually looking pretty good these days.” His eyes travel down my body and back up. “Wonder what Daddy is going to do with you after he kills your husband.” He licks his lips and moves closer to me. I take a step back and run into the bed. “If we only had more time.” He lifts his hand to touch my face, and I smack it away.
His other hand comes up and hits me hard. I cry out, and my ear begins ringing from the force of the hit. The taste of blood is on my tongue.
“Get away from her.” Gianna opens the closet, her gun trained on Renzo.
“And there you are.” He grins. “Do you even know how to use that?”
“I guess we’re going to find out.” She pushes it toward him.
Renzo grabs me and pulls me in front of him. He points his gun at my little sister. This was not how this was supposed to go.
“Stop!” I scream.
“Shh.” He squeezes his forearm against my throat. “Put the gun down, Gianna. You’re going to hurt yourself, and we can’t have that.”
“Don’t listen to him, Gianna.” Renzo’s arm around my neck tightens even more. I reach up with one hand and try to pull it away.
“I could kill her.”
Gianna's eyes fill with tears. “Don’t.”
“You got this,” I tell her, keeping my voice calm. Her eyes lock with mine. The knife slips down my arm enough so that I can wrap my fingers around the handle. She keeps her eyes steady on Renzo, but I know by the look on her face that she’s seen the knife.
“Stop fucking around and drop the gun, you stupid bitch. I’m sick of the games. Keep it up, and I’ll make you watch while I fuck your dear sister here.”
“I don’t think you could handle my sister, Renzo,” Gianna says.
“Definitely not,” I agree