He stated driving fast, like he didn't mind red lights, other cars or anything that got in his way. I don't blame him I would too.
"Stop the car." – I said looking at him in review mirror. "What?! Are you insane? We are not stopping until we reach my house. Men will help me take them down." – He was still focused on road.
"Tom, it's me they want. My father wants me. Dead." – I said raising my voice with every word. He looked at me in the review mirror. He saw that my eyes started tearing up again.
"If you don't stop, a lot of people will get hurt. Your men and worse scenario possible, you get hurt." – I stopped to take deep breath. "So I beg you to stop the car." – I finished. Once again he looked at me in the review mirror and stepped on breaks harshly.
"Thank you." – Were my last words before I stepped out of the car. He was pissed. I never saw him that angry.
Those same 4 cars approached to me. I stepped closer but there was still a lot of distance between those men and me. I turned around to see Tom one more time while men got out of the car with loaded gun. There was just eight of them. I thought my father is going to send army just to kill me.
Tom wasn't in car. His car door was open, and no sign of him. I took deep breath before turning around to face those men. I closed my eyes before they shot me.
I hear gun shots but none of them hit me. I dared to open eyes and see that they are shooting something behind me. I turned around and saw Tom, hiding behind his car door and shooting them every now and then.
"Tom please just go." – I yelled as tears started falling down my cheeks. He did not listen, in fact he didn't even looked at me.
"Tom go bef-" – My yell was interrupted by the sharp pain in my stomach. I looked slowly down as everything started getting blurry. I was bleeding. Someone shot me.
Exhales started leaving my mouth as I was craving for air. Yes, I wanted to die but without pain. I just wanted someone to head shot me and end it all.
Pain became bigger with every breath I take as sound around me started fading out. Last thing I hear was Tom yelling out my name.
Tom's POV
I stopped the car. The fuck I'll leave her alone. She got out of the car, she really had death wish, huh? I waited few seconds and got out of the car and hide behind my door in case they shoot at me and for what I am about to do I think they will.
I started shooting at them and hiding behind car door. "Tom please just go." – She yelled but I ignored her, I didn't dare to look at her and I don't even know why. I continued shooting at them and ignoring her.
"Tom go bef-" – She was cut off by silence. I stopped shooting and looked at her. She was looking down at her stomach. Someone shot her – "Valentina!" – I yelled. I shoot others who were left and ran up to her.
She fell on her knees and closed eyes but I cached her before she hit the floor.
"Oh God..." – Her body rested on mine, her head placed on my right hand. With other hand I held her wound. My hands were bloody as hell by now.
"God please, no..." – I whispered. After few seconds I finally took enough strength to pick her up. I carried her to the car and drove to the hospital as soon as possible.
Few hours later
Valentina's POV
It hurts. What does hurt that much? Pain just went through my body every now and then. I opened eyes to be greeted by the beeping sound of machines and bright light. It looked like I was in heaven. Fuck, am I?
I just remembered what happened, I was shot. That's what hurts as bitch. But Tom was there too. Is he hurt? Where is he? I finally got strength to move my head.
I don't know how can it hurt that much in my head when I was shot in stomach. I saw Tom sitting in chair with his head in his hands.
"Tom?" – My words came out as whisper. My throat was sore and I needed water, like now.
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let me love you - t.h.
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