The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 43: bullet

While Alessandro Is Dealing With Russians:

Sofia Milan Chavicci

Ettore and Basilio stand in front of me, guns pointed out in a defensive stance. With a glance at each other, they sharply turn in the corner. I chew on my bottom lip as I try not to have the amount of stress I'm feeling get to me. 

If I could, I would have no problem going into a corner and sobbing. That's what I want to do, but that's not going to help the situation. If anything, it'll only draw more attention to what we are doing. I've tried calling Alessandro, and the rest of the crew, but I can't get in contact with them. 

After Luca pulled the power about twenty minutes ago, we haven't been able to do much but search for him. We have found the power box, but it's completely destroyed. We can't fix that while also trying to get the bad guy, so we figured the bad guy first, power later. When the power went off, phones were cut, and our cell phones were dead. We have no outside communication with anyone.

And it's fucking terrifying.

I hear a loud bang against the far wall of the main lobby of headquarters, and Ettore and Basilio quickly head in that direction. I follow behind them, holding my gun up just as they are. We rush forward, flashlights in hand, moving around the room. Another bang ripples through the room, but this time Basilio falls. He clutches at his knee cap. 

And another bang. 

He screams, holding his hand tightly over a shoulder wound. I bend down and see blood staining the floor, and all over his hand. My hand shoots out as I desperately try to help him, but another bang occurs. I flinch, tears pricking at my eyes, but I brush them away swiftly. Now is the worst time to cry. I'm just so fucking scared. I can't see anything, I'm a bit rusty at shooting a gun, and one of my closest friends has just been shot and might bleed to death.

I don't even know where Luca is shooting from. The time it comes out of nowhere. A bullet whizzes by me, effectively hitting Ettore's hand. His gun drops, and because there was no safety, his gun goes off. I scream while lowering myself further onto the floor. Even in the darkness, I can make his pain contorted face as he clenches his wrist. Holy fuck. What am I going to do? 

He tries to pick up his gun again, but another shot rings out. He grapples to the area around the right side of his collarbone. Tears, unexpectedly, stream down his face in pain, but I can't do anything for him. Basilio and Ettore lay next to each other, grasping at each other's hands before they kiss each other slowly. Oh my gosh...they're adorable. This is not exactly the right time, but they might both die. How did I not notice it before? Of course, they would be together.

"I will not let you guys die, okay? I have to find him, but I won't let you die."

Basilio nods his head as they lay together, blood soaking the clothes where they have been shot. They keep the pressure on their wounds, knowing they want to stop the bleeding somehow. I grab Ettore's gun on the floor and begin to stand back up. No other shots ring out, and I know that I'm in the clear for now. I walk through the empty warehouse, searching for any clues. 

I hear a curse and a thump against the wall. I point the flashlight on the ground to see a trail of blood lining the floor with a drag mark through it. Luca's got to be shot. He probably got hit by Ettore's stray bullet. 

I carefully and slowly follow the blood and find myself in the kitchen. Really, the kitchen of all places. I watch Luca for a minute as he reaches up to the cabinet and grabs a bottle of alcohol. He pours it over the wound on his leg, whimpering out in pain.