Chapter 5
(Rosalia's p.o.v)
I wake up to Cristiano saying my name, obviously not wanting to touch me and wake me up considering I have a gun. I look up and I freeze. It's the same house I escaped from. I start to freak out, feeling like that little girl again. It's been almost 10 years since that happened, but i swore to never see this place again.
I grab Cristiano's arm before he walked away from my side of the vehicle. "Cristiano, this is the same house. They're the same people that took me. Whatever happens, you save Marcy. I don't care what happens. Mercy stays alive, and you get her the hell out of here. Capisce? I don't care if you have to leave me behind. I've escaped that situation before. She's never lived through anything. She always had me." He simply nods, agreeing to what I said. I get out of the vehicle, grabbing two more pistols out of my bag, along with ammo. I keep one on each side, and one stays in my hand. I nod for them to follow me, since I know this house, and i know where they're keeping her. I slowly open the front door, with a silencer on my gun, I shoot three people before they even realized I was in the house. As I head down to the basement, the guys right behind me, I hear Marcy screaming for help, yelling at someone to stop, that she didn't want them. I grow angrier, ready to murder the fųcker that dared to touch her. Did they know who her sister was? I kick the door open, a gun in each hand. I start shooting every man in the room, the guys shooting everyone I don't. I finally pull the man off my sister.
A wicked grin forms on my face and kick him onto his back, automatically climbing on top of him and beating him to a bloody pulp. I'm seeing red, not realising that Marcy is screaming bloody murder behind me, seeing all the bodies, blood covering the floor. Then, seeing me beating the living hell out of the man that was raping her. He's dead, I know he's dead, but I keep hitting him.
Cristiano must have realized that I wasn't going to stop because he comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me and pulls me off of the man. I know it was wrong, I know I needed to calm down. So, I just fell, limp against Cristiano for a minute before I realized what I just did. Marcy is going to be terrified of me.
"Rosalia, Matthew and Vinny took her to the vehicle. We need to go. I called for cleanup already. We cannot stay here. It's obvious it's not good for your state of mind. Can you walk, Rosalia?" Cristiano kept holding me against his chest, and when I didn't answer, he started to get worried. I had gotten shot three times while trying to get to my sister, but I was so numb i couldn't feel it. I passed out from blood loss I'm assuming. I was in and out of consciousness the whole way to the vehicle and home. When we got back to the club, I was in even worse condition. I was as good as dead. Or so I thought.
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I open my eyes to a dark room, blinking a few times. I don't hear anything or see anything.
"Marcy. MARCY! Cristiano!! Somebody!" I was yelling, I hurt everywhere. I couldn't move. Just then I hear someone running towards where I was. The door flies open, the light turns on and I see Cristiano standing there, looking very frantic.
"You're awake! Oh thank god. I thought that would be the only mission I got to work with you on." He sounded relieved that I was awake, but I was still very frantic.
"Cristiano, where's Marcy? Where's Martin?" I ask frantically, my emotions showing through. I try to get up, groaning in pain as I do. My left shoulder is killing me, my abdomen towards the right side, and the inside of my left thigh. I try to ignore the pain and force myself up. Cristiano rushes in, putting me back into the bed.
"No no no, darling Rose, you must stay in bed. Marcy and Martin will be here later after they close the restaurant." Cristiano says in a rush. I look at him with a pained look, feeling something I've never felt in my life, a warm feeling in my chest. He touched me and I didn't freak out. "I'll get you pain meds, but you must stay in this bed until I get back. Okay?" He asks.
"Okay." I agree weakly, not having enough energy to put on my cold front. He leaves quickly, and comes back in a few minutes with a mug of hot tea, and a couple pills. He hands me the pills, then the mug. I pop the pills in my mouth and drink the entire cup in a matter of seconds.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask in a soft voice.
"About a day and a half. I wasn't expecting you to wake up so soon." He admitted to me. I sigh and look at the ceiling.
"Cristiano, be honest with me, is Marcy...afraid of me?" I ask, fear leaking into my words without permission.
"Honestly, she was at first. She didn't understand why you freaked out the way you did. Shes been having nightmares, seeing you covered in blood, on top of the lifeless body, still beating him. I had to explain to her what happened to you, she didn't remember you getting kidnapped, because she had blocked it out of her memory. Rosalia, even I can't stop picturing you like that." He admitted to me. I blink back the tears, realizing I had lost my grip on who I was in that moment.
"I saw him on top of her, I didn't care about the flying bullets. I had to get to her. I was so angry I didn't feel the bullets hit until you pulled me off of him.. I had to get to her. I had to save her. I lost it. Just like I had the last day I was in that house." I explained myself, even though I knew I didn't have to.
He just let out a sigh and stared at the wall.
