Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Fifteen

Accelerating up the winding road, you see the flashing lights before you see the cars. Through the windows, you hear gunshots, from both the cops and criminals. To the right is another paved road, something your team must have missed. You can only hope it leads to the back of the warehouse, as you turn your car sharply to the right and accelerate.

Your assumption is correct, the road leading right behind the warehouse to the SUV's of Angelo and his supplier. You park the car just away from the lights, hiding it in the darkness as you slide out and reach into your jacket for one of your guns. You keep it aimed ahead of you as you stalk through the shadows, the warehouse lights illuminating the road as the door slides open.

A figure runs out, the gunshots loud as the bullets chase after them. They don't expect to see you standing there, as you swing your free arm out and stiff-arm them. You aim the barrel of your gun at them as they fall back with a grunt, the wind knocked out of them.

The light exposure reveals their face. "Hello Angelo, going somewhere?" You sneer.

Angelo blinks up at you, his breathing constricted from the harsh tackle. Recognition flashes across his eyes. "Y/N, what a pleasant surprise." He says after he manages to control his breathing.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Get up." You order, your eyes trained on him as he puts one hand up in surrender and uses the other to push himself upright. Angelo sends you a sinister smile, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

He makes one move toward me and I'm shooting this bastard.

Are you going to kill him or subdue him?

I guess we'll find out.

Angelo stands, his hands open in front of his chest. "So what's the plan here chief? Handcuff me, send me to prison, make sure I spend the rest of my life rotting in hell?" Angelo muses, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Sounds about right." You answer.

Angelo nods slowly, your finger resting on the trigger as you try not to tense up. "I don't think so." Without hesitation, Angelo pushes the gun upwards, your finger pulling the trigger in reflex as your arms raise above your head.

Panic sets in as you realise what kind of situation you've gotten yourself into. Angelo pushes you back, slamming you into one of the SUV's, your head smashing against the window of the driver's door. Pain shoots down your body, a headache already forming but it becomes a dull ache due to the adrenaline.

Your hand dropped the gun when you hit the car, your brain trying to assess the situation and think of the best possible way out. Angelo's fist connects with your jaw, throwing your head to the side. You blink away the dots that dance across your vision, turning your head back to see Angelo's shoulder move to deliver another punch.

You react fast, dropping down and punching him in the kidneys before standing up and hitting him in the side of the temple. You had ducked under his arm, allowing you to put some distance between you two as he lands against the SUV. He wasn't expecting that.

Angelo pushes himself off the vehicle and moves toward you, rolling his shoulders out. "I've spent the last fifteen years looking for you, only to have you come to me. Tell me, how'd you do it?" You stare at him in confusion, your fists clenched as you prepare to evade another attack.

"How'd I do what?" You repeat.

"Disappear, drop off the face of the earth like a ghost."

You smirk. Your father's idea worked, no one knew how to find Y/N Luxe, because she doesn't exist. As much as you hate the bastard, at this moment, your thankful.