The first time it happened, Capri thought it was just bad luck.
The second time someone attempted to kidnap her, she thought it was just a coincidence.
But when it happened again, she knows for sure someone is actively trying to get to her. Not kn...
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Capri
Everything happened so fast. One minute I was yelling and screaming for Alex, trying to warn him of our uncle who was walking straight toward him with a gun in his hand. And the next thing I know, he saw me. Uncle Igor saw me.
He looked at me, recognized me, and I swore I could see the devil in his eyes. Then like a slow motion picture, I saw his hand move, his gun directed towards me. I gulp. I wanted to stop, to react, to dive for cover, but it was like my brain couldn't send the right command to my legs as quickly as I wished.
I knew the bullet was coming, it was inevitable. Alex and I had caused him to lose practically everything. He is now scum. He went from being the top man in the Russian mafia to being a fugitive. His resources were cut off, his allies are now ours. Even his name bears no weight to anyone. He's got nothing. He is nothing.
He's got a bounty on his head. Not just by us, but also by the authorities. I made sure of it. I made sure that he'll find it hard to find a safe hole to hide from us.
And yet, he's here. How is he here? How did he manage to get in? And not just that, he's found a way to smuggle a gun into this supposedly weapons free zone. A weapon that is currently being pointed at me with a bullet flying directly toward me.
Before I could react, someone grabbed me by the waist and swung me behind him, shielding me from the oncoming bullet.
I blinked. I fucking blinked. That was all I could do in my confusion. Something heavy on top of me. A very large body slumped over mine. I see what could only be the start of a stampede as everyone starts running for the exit. It was total chaos.
I pushed off what felt like dead weight off of me and recognized the familiar face. Oh God no. No, it can't be, no! My hand reached out for him and that's when I saw the wet red substance. So dark and sticky and is all over my hands.
Lorenzo.
His body was deathly still, not moving. Gone were his playful smirks, and his cheeky demeanor. Now replaced with pale ashen skin that is growing colder by the minute.
"Pookie bear." I managed a whisper. "Wake up. This is not funny."
My hands roamed all over him, trying to find the bullet wound as more blood seeped out of his limp body. I slapped him. I shake him. I scream at him. But nothing seems to provoke him into giving me any kind of movement.
I felt confusion overwhelm me. He can't be dead. There's no way Lorenzo is dead. This is all just a dream, a nightmare. Any second now, I'm going to wake up and I'll see him again, healthy and definitely not dead. Yes, definitely not dead.
"He's not dead." I chant.
"He's not dead."
"He's not dead."
Someone tries to pry me away from Lorenzo's motionless body but my fingers refuse to let go.
