Sold to the Capo-Chapter 68: ONE LAST SHOT

ADRIANA’S POV

The sound of the gunshots kept ringing in my ears even as I opened an eye to peek at what I had done and it seemed that the air had been knocked out of my windpipes when I saw the sight before me.

The man whom I had shot now sported a gaping hole where an eye had once been.

My lips parted and a strangled sound escaped my lips as I saw blood spurt out of the eye socket, a choked sound coming from the man before he fell to the ground.

My hands shook as I looked at him. I had shot to kill, but now that it had actually happened, it felt like the one part of me that I had been trying to protect had been ripped out.

It was only a matter of time before Master LaRosa or whoever worked from him would barge in here and come to kill me. The gunshot was loud enough to attract anyone who was outside the room and I knew that it was only a matter of time before who was stationed outside the door barged in.

Averting my gaze from the body pooling blood on the floor, I gripped the gun tighter and went to stand behind the door, bracing myself to open it and burst out, hoping to shoot my way out of there.

"1...2..." I muttered to myself, my eyes shut. "3!" I flung the door open, going out with my gun pointed at no one in particular.

The door was surprisingly open, which I considered weird enough, but what was even more weird was the fact that there was no guard at the door and there was no one rushing down the short flight of stairs I was staring up at.

It seemed like a basement; I wasn’t about to let my guard down just because there was no one there. I raised the gun up again, taking slow steady steps up the stairs, my heart in my throat as I neared the top of the stairs expecting someone to burst into the room from the closed door.

Please let it be open...Please...

I kept chanting as I got to the door and used a hand to try the knob; not surprisingly, it was locked, and I almost screamed in frustration.

I took a step back, bracing myself before hitting the door with as much strength as I could muster but the wooden door just vibrated under my weight but didn’t break open.

Shit. It seemed so easy. My limbs ached, and I felt a wave of dizziness, but I refused to stop as I continuously hit the door, using my legs sometimes to kick at the knob, but it didn’t open.

"Fuck!" I screamed, tears brimming in my eyes as I stared at the door.

There was no way someone out there didn’t hear me so it was probably that they were told to ignore me.

What if the person who I... shot at had a key on him?

My eyes brightened at the thought and I rushed down the stairs back to the room that I had just come out from, pushing down the gag that threatened to escape my lips as I saw the man’s body again, a vacant stare in the remaining eye of his.

I ignored the bile rushing up my throat and quickly went to his side, averting my gaze as I used my hands to pat his side.

The urge to throw up was getting stronger when I heard a gunshot from upstairs, followed by some shouts.

Shit.

I shut my eyes tightly and patted his pockets till I found a small key. I pulled it out of his pocket and rubbed my bloodstained hands on my clothes.

My chest was heaving visibly as I stumbled out of the room again and forced myself up the stairs where I used the key with shaking hands as I prepared for the worst out there.

As soon as the door clicked, I opened it and pointed my gun at the first person in front of me.

The house was unusually quiet, and I was dizzy, but I kept my gun trained on the person.

"Stay back or I’ll shoot" I mumbled as I stumbled out of the basement fully, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim lights of the hallway that I found myself in.

Where was I?

The man who was at the end of my gun barrel was staring down at the weapon, a tick in his jaw. "You bitch" He cursed then he swung his hand at me, aiming for my neck.

The sudden action made me snap out of it as I took a step back but he was able to hit my gun down, the weapon sliding to the floor.

I stumbled backward, my eyes fixed on the man’s face as he swung his hand at me again. I tried to dodge, but he was too quick, and his fist connected with my shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through my body. I gasped, my hand instinctively going to my throat as I tried to catch my breath.

The man sneered at me, his eyes filled with contempt. "You think you can take on me?" he spat, his hand closing around my wrist like a vice. "Weak little woman"

I tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. I was weak, and I knew it. The adrenaline that had fueled me earlier was starting to wear off, and I could feel my body trembling with exhaustion.

I tried to reach for my gun, but the man kicked it away, his foot connecting with the metal and sending it sliding across the floor. I lunged after it, but he was too quick, and he pinned me to the wall, his hand around my throat.

"You’re not going anywhere," he hissed, his breath hot against my face.

I struggled against him, my hands flailing wildly as I tried to break free. But he was too strong, and I was too weak. I was starting to lose hope when I saw a glint of metal in his hand. A knife.

My eyes widened as he raised the blade, and I knew I had to act fast. I kicked out at him, my foot connecting with his stomach, and he grunted in pain. The knife clattered to the floor, and I made a grab for it, but the man was too quick. He pinned me to the wall again, his hand around my throat, and I felt my vision starting to blur.

But I refused to give up. I would not die at the hands of this man. With a surge of adrenaline, I kicked out at him again, and this time, I managed to connect with the knife. It clattered across the floor, and I made a grab for my gun, my fingers closing around the metal as I pointed it at the man.

He sneered at me, but I could see the fear in his eyes. "You’ll never shoot me," he spat.

But I did. I pulled the trigger, and the man’s body jerked backward, a look of shock on his face. He crumpled to the floor, and I stood there, my gun still trained on him, my heart racing with fear.

But I didn’t have time to catch my breath. I heard more gunshots coming from the leading rooms.

Who the hell was there? Either way, I had to get out of this place. I took a step back, my eyes fixed on the door, when I saw two more men coming towards me, their guns trained on me.

"Drop your gun," one of them shouted.

But I didn’t.

"Shit" I ducked back into the basement steps, my heart racing with fear. I braced myself, my gun still clutched in my hand, as the men fired at me. I felt a searing pain in my leg, and I knew I’d at least been grazed by the bullet. I knew they weren’t shooting to kill, they were shooting to maim.

They wouldn’t kill me, those weren’t their orders. I peeked around the corner, my gun trained on the men, and I fired. The first man went down, a look of shock on his face, and the second man returned fire. I ducked back into the basement, my heart racing with fear, as the man fired at me again.

Son of a bitch, if I was going to shoot, it would have to be now because if I let him get too close to me, I wasn’t sure that I would beat him in hand-to-hand combat.

I peeked around the corner again, my gun trained on the man, and I fired. This time, I hit him, and he crumpled to the floor.

I stood there, my gun still clutched in my hand, my breath coming out as gasps. I was shaking, and I knew I had to get out of there. I took a step forward, my eyes fixed on the door leading out of the hallway where I was.

I approached it, aware that I would have to go through it to get out of this place. Tears had begun to drop from my eyes, and my legs were wobbling with exhaustion, but I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for help; there was no help.

As I reached the door, I heard two more gunshots on the other side of the door and I jerked at each sound, a strangled sob escaping my lips as the door was suddenly thrown open and I pointed my gun at the person, ready to shoot but almost immediately, I froze as I stared at the person pointing a gun at me, a look of shock and relief warring on his face.

"Vincenzo... you came.." I whispered, my chest aching as I sobbed.

I could see some of his men behind him but my attention was solely fixed on the man who quickly pocketed his gun and ran to hold me before I fell.

"I’m here...Tesoro" He muttered, his voice sick with worry.

I collapsed into his arms because I knew. I was safe.