Old Amare

Chapter Thirty-Four

Last Chapter... OMG!!!!!

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Amila POV

I jumped at the sound of the door slamming open.

Amila continued to lay still upon the table,losing more blood. Antonio stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of her.

Someone had gagged me while I was sleeping, so I could barely breathe.

" You are so much more beautiful than your mother, Sophia. Its a shame that you let Capello fuck you, because I might have kept you", Antonio spoke, grabbing my face.

I really wished that I could spit on him at that moment.

He began to pull me in the chair, by my hair. His tight grip released, as he began to cut the gag away from my mouth.

"Let's see how good your mouth is, before I kill you. ", he spoke while beginning to unzip his trousers.

Fuck no.

I remembered that I had managed to get my feet unstrapped by cutting the straps off of the chair, so I took the opportunity to kick him right in the balls.

My chair flew back from the impact, causing me to lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

I watched as Antonio grabbed his self in pain and began to reach for something in his pocket.

I spotted the glimmer of the knife as he pulled it from its hiding place.

" I can't wait to slit your throat open, while my men fuck you. ", he said laughing.

He began to walk towards me cautiously, careful to watch out for my legs.

I began to push the chair along the ground, to stand it up. Once I was successfully back into the sitting position, I waited for the asshole to get closer.

I wanted to make sure that when he least expected it, I would kill Vittali, the way he deserved to die.

He began to laugh in my face, his breath making me gag. His lips began traveling a dangerous path from my neck to my ear, ending near my lips.

I was going to fucking throw up.

I slid the stolen knife into my hand, trying my best not to alert him to my actions, and gripped the wooden end hard.

As his slimy mouth got closer to mines, his hand holding the knife was pressed at my throat.

"Any last words, puttana? ", he asked sarcastically.

So I nodded

"Yeah, have fun in hell", I shouted and stabbed him in the ear.

I watched as the old man fell to the ground shouting, with blood gushing from the hole in his head.

" You will pay for that you stupid whore. I will completely gut you. ", he shouted at me, holding his hand at his ear.

I smiled evilly.

" You won't do shit, puttana ", I whispered as he began to have seizures.

As his body shook violently, I began to kick him in the stomach with my bare feet.

"Any last words, Dick? ", I asked preparing to stab him once more.

His body stopped shaking and white foam began to leak from his mouth, so I stabbed him in the heart.

He was no longer breathing.

I ran to the table where Amina lay unconscious, and bleeding heavily.