Five Star Hotel

36. Guns

Happy V Day!!!! Since I sat at my grandparents house ALL day with nothing to do I managed to finish another chapter!

Yeah my day sounds kind of sucky, but whatever. I got to stuff my face with chocolate 😊

"Skyla?" I heard someone say. It was a dream. It must've been a dream. "Skyla, look at me." I heard again. His voice was soft and gentle. I sighed. A feeling of safety washed over me.

His big hands gently touched the part of my head that was throbbing in pain. "Baby, you need to get up. Open your eyes." He begged.

I wanted to make him happy. I didn't like when Dante was hurt, but Dante couldn't have been here. How would he know where to find me? It was only a dream. "Skyla." He said again, a little louder this time.

This dream was a tease. I wanted Dante to help me, but I couldn't believe that he was here with me. I opened my eyes struggling to break free from it.

But there he was, looking down at me. I blinked a few times, but he was still there.

His face was very scruffy, like he hasn't shaved in awhile. I poked his cheek with my finger. He was here. It was real.

Despite the pain, I pushed myself up in a sitting position. "How did you know where to find me?" I asked.

"We can talk later." I could hear the relief in his voice. "We need to get out of here before Silvio's men come in. Can you walk?"

I nodded. I hurt. I hurt so much, but I would make it out of here. After we got out I could take a long nap. That's what I needed. I needed a comfortable bed, and a nap.

Dante nodded his head. "Ok. Just follow me. Stay close, and if I tell you to run then run."

"No." I protested, suddenly remembering Angela. "Angela! He shot her." I cried. "She was going to save me but then died. You can't die, Dante. Don't do that to me."

He didn't fully understand what I was saying. "Just trust me." He said. "I'm not going to die."

I nodded my head, and wiped the tears away. He took my hand in his, and quietly lead us to the door.

I heard a laugh that caused me to jump out of my skin. "What, you thought I'd leave her down here with no supervision after what she did?" He asked.

"And did you honestly think I would come here alone?" Dante asked back, squeezing my hand tightly.

"No I did not." Nick replied honestly. "However, you are alone right now."

Why couldn't Dante bring someone with him?

"Nicholas, the moment you fire that gun, you're life is going to end. The people you have upstairs are all going with you."

"To hell." I mumbled.

Nick looked at me and laughed. He sighed. "Skyla, you used to be so sweet. I miss you." He sounded sincere. "You know I love you, despite all that's happened. I didn't want to hurt you, but these men killed my family. I watched them put a bullet through my father's head. That's bound to leave a mark on a person."

"You killed Angela." I accused.

"That wasn't me. I hit you over the head, but I did not shoot Angela. I liked her cooking."

Dante brought his gun up. "I don't have time for small talk." He said, putting his arm around my neck.

"Dante, the moment you fire that gun, you're life is going to end." Nick repeated as another man stepped out from behind the door. We were trapped.

"You know I can't shoot Skyla, but he can." Nick said.

I was looking out the little door. It was wide opened. I knew that Dante was going to tell me to run because we were trapped. Why hasn't Silvio gotten here yet?

"You don't want Skyla dead, and neither do I, so why don't we leave her out of this?" Dante slowly turned around, so all I had to do was run straight, and I'd be outside.

My father once told me that running was the best option. Even if the guy had a gun, and was threatening to shoot. You should always try running, because even professionals mess up their aim, and a moving target makes it that much harder.

I would make sure that Dante ran with me.

I saw a bulge in his back pocket. It was another gun. I quietly took it out, in case he wanted to use it. It gave him easy access.

Before we had a chance to breath guns fired upstairs. It was the perfect distraction. Nick and his partner froze. Sure it was only for a second but that's all we needed. Dante shot, sending the second guy to the floor. He pushed me out the door and ran behind me.

I couldn't tell who was shooting who, but Nick was definitely after us. I turned around to see what was going on. Another man appeared and was aiming his gun right at my chest. There was no way he would miss. Dante saw that too, so he jumped in front of me the moment the shot was fired.

I screamed as he fell to the floor with a thud. I wanted to hurt that man. I wanted to hurt Nick too. Anger burned through my veins like fire. The anger took over my rational side, which caused me to shoot. I just shot until one of them finally fell to the floor. A wave of satisfaction washed over me.

Now I needed to finish Nick. The look on his face told me that he had no problem ending my life right now.

He shot, sending a blinding pain down my arm. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see.

I pulled on the trigger one last time, desperate. I didn't want to die.

My head was spinning out of control, and I fell to the floor. Nick stood over me, with his gun pointed to my head. The bullet would go right between my eyes.

"Please." I begged, even though he probably couldn't hear me. I couldn't even hear me.

His finger moved over the trigger. Tears silently rolled down my cheeks, when a gun fired.

Nick's body became lifeless as it hit the ground.

I looked up to see Silvio standing there holding out his hand for me to take. The man who accused me of being a fake, and wanted to kill me, now saved my life.

I looked over to Dante who was still on the floor, with blood pouring through the wound on his abdomen. He looked dead.

I didn't take Silvio's hand right away, so he decided to grab mine, and drag me into one of the black cars that was parked in front of the house.

He sat with me in the back seat. I watched him take off his jacket and tie it tightly around my bleeding arm. Nick shot my shoulder.

"Dante?" I asked weakly. I couldn't see straight anymore. "Where is he? They shot! What happened?"

Silvio ignored each and every one of my questions. I kept asking until I couldn't anymore. Until my body gave up. Never did I get an answer.