Coming Back To You

~Thirty-five~

Nicolo's POV

My mind goes back to Bella, over and over again.

Is she okay? What's she doing now? Is she thinking about me? Is she worried? What is she thinking?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Zach claps my back.

"Hey man, how you doing?"

"Decent."

"Your response was dryer than the Sahara. You worried?"

"A little."

"Don't be, we'll get them all."

"I hope so," I look out of the window, watching the trees zoom past us.

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At the warehouse

"Alright, where are they?" I clench my hand over the handle of my gun.

"They've gotta be around here somewhere."

As we look around, I hear something behind me and turn my body, gun pointed.

Zach quietly comes behind me and we both slowly advance towards that area, ready to shoot.

As we turn the corner abruptly, we don't find anyone.

Weird.

Zach and I look at each other with confusion written all over our faces.

A gunshot echoing through the air interrupts our confusion and we race toward the sound.

We jog down a hallway and turn the corner to find Enzo fighting multiple men, succeeding easily.

We look the other way and find Dante and Jake against six, now three.

We both hear a gunshot from upstairs and Zach and I look at each other

Antonio.

We both sprint up the steps and go opposite ways once we reach the top.

I open every door with my gun pointed, trying to see if any of the rooms contain my friend. I hear a gunshot farther down the hallway, so I sprint towards it and burst through the door, my gun at the ready.

My eyes meet Antonio's. I breathe a sigh of relief as I look at his state, splattered blood all across his face like a painting. Then I look at the man he just shot in the kneecaps,

I jerk my head toward the door, indicating we need to go.

"Tell the clean up crew to bring him to the basement, maybe he'll talk."

"Aye aye, captain."

We both run back downstairs and try to help the others, severely outnumbered, but we manage.

We're formed in a circle, our backs to each other as we all punch and shoot the men surrounding us.

We're down to only a few men surrounding us when I hear a cry of agony. I follow the sound and come across a locked door. I point my gun at the knob and shoot, the knob easily breaking. I open the door and point my gun as I look around the room. My eyes come across scared yet relieved honey-brown ones.

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I can't believe this book is almost done! I love you all and thank you so much for supporting this book. Hopefully, I'll be able to edit the many mistakes I've made while typing this book too.

Ily🫶🏼