Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Fifty

"Gabriele" I mutter, nervously giddy as I dash toward him. But I halt when I see them.

Bodyguards lining the walls. But none is aiming a weapon at me.

One bodyguard walks to me with his hands in the air. He reaches for the in-ear earpiece I have on and pulls it out. I swallow dry air and my stomach ruffles. He drops it on the floor and squashes it with his boot.

This is a trap. Fuck me.

"Shoot Heaven, no one will stop you," Gabriele's deep voice billows. His eyes burn every logical reasoning out of me.

Shoot who? Shoot him? Why?

"Why," I scoff, feeling my chest cramp.

"Because you came here to," his jaw stiffens like he is hurt by that.

I open my clutch and pull out my gun with my pinkies trembling. I aim at him.

"Why?" Pleading with my eyes that he helps me make sense of everything. My finger closes in on the trigger.

He snaps his fingers and the bodyguards bow. Then they exit one after the other.

My brain begins to put pieces I want to be scattered and blown into microorganisms together, to form one big monster thought. I don't want to solve this puzzle. The final picture is not one I want to see. I don't want to put it all together.

My lips twitch, with the gun in my hand feeling too heavy. My eyes long for the first time in years hoping tears from another painful hit will make it to them and drench my heated cheeks.

"Are you?..." I shake my head. "Gabriele, are you Black Rifle?"

His eyes cinch mine. I don't need him to say anything. The answer is there.

Oh no. Sweat trickles down my rigid spine. My heart flips to my back. My veins transfuse lava to burn me up. I feel like I've been set on fire. I have always felt like he was fire, only this time he burns painfully.

"Yes," he answers.

I have never felt so violated all my life. Gabriele is Black Rifle. Gabriele killed my parents. Gabriele. The very same Man. The one I have welcomed to my home, my body, and my fucking heart.

He had said he is the devil but I didn't think he had meant it literally. No no no. He is not fire. I got it all wrong. He's an inferno.

Enraged by his betrayal, I pull the trigger, sending the devil back to where he belongs.

Hell.

He ducks and the bullet bangs against the wall behind him.

I charge toward him, throwing a punch at him but he dodges and spins me to lock my hands behind my back.

"I will let you kill me Heaven, but not yet," his breath brushes softly against my ear. He presses my hand around the gun till I let go. I hear it drop with a hard thump on the floor, "right now, I am better alive for you than dead," he lets go and I stumble back.

"Why?" The word stumbling out as I turn to him. I feel weak.

My hands feel too heavy, like heavy rocks attached to my shoulders. My legs feel like jelly. And not my heart, not my heart because I can feel giant hands squeezing the life out of it.

"Why, Gabriele?" I have one million questions and things raving in my head but why seems to be the only one that keeps making it to my lips.

Why did you kill my parents? Why did you lie to me? Why did you violate me? Why did you make me... I hate you. I shoot daggers at him.