Living with the boys from hell

Chapter 26

Florences POV

It has been 30 minutes of gunfire. The echoing sound of gunfire ring through my ears every few seconds.

No police cars had come yet which was a good sign.

I was curled up behind a spare truck that I had found. Desperately hoping that it would stop.....

...and then it did.

I don't know what was worse- waiting for the shooting to stop or waiting to see who won...

My breathing steadied eventually as the eerie silence continued. There was silence around me, only the sound of the wind rusting the leaves through the trees. I wiped the tears from my face and stood up slowly.

I needed to be strong.

I took a deep breath and turned around. There was a slight fog that smothered my surroundings which made everything that wasn't completely in front of me very hard to see.

That douchebag James - he better not have died! I'll kill him if he has. I let out a silent prayer as my eyes scanned the scenes before me. If my dad one I would be dead for sure.

He has always been like that- the minute anyone did something wrong they would pay for it. That's what happened to mum anyway.

A flicker of movement caught my eye and I instantly stood up straighter- ready to fight or run for my life. Though probably would be the latter.

A familiar boy walked out of the fog and towards me - blood was splashed on his once pure white shirt.

"Ragazzini?" I questioned looking at the boy in shock. Was that his blood?

James lifted his head up- his eyes piercing into mine for a few seconds as he processed that I was in front of him. Then he started to walk.
Faster
Faster
And even faster until he was sprinting towards me.
He was meters away when I realised I didn't know what to say to him. I started to panic- thinking of ways to ask if he was okay.

But I didn't need to.

James' lips locked with mine quickly and his hands cane up to hold my face. It was a sweet kiss that made me feel giddy inside.

A few seconds later he pulled his lips away, his forehead still joined to mine.

"Are you okay Flower?" He asked me in a husky voice (woof woof)

"Of course I am- are you?" I replied. He smiled slightly and then drew his forehead away. He took my hand and then started to lead me towards the warehouse.

"Ragazzino?" I questioned "what happened".

He didn't speak for a while as he got closer to the door. But eventually he let out a sigh and started to speak.

"It was tough but we got them- we lost a few people but they lost most of there gang- and the few who did survive surrendered"

He stopped us as we reached the enterance.

"Your dad was one of the ones who surrendered- he's in there right now. It's your decision what happens to him next"

I took in a deep breath. My decision?

We entered the warehouse quickly and I scanned the room.

There were a lot of people around the edge of a circle which held 5 men all waiting patiently for someone.

My brothers stood near the familiar faces man sat on the floor. He looked up and then quickly stood.

"Florence baby- what are you doing?"

I walked over to my father. He looked rough and as if he hadn't slept in weeks.

I was now in front of my father. The man who had wrecked my childhood and at that moment I saw red.

I lifted my hand up and smashed it against his face.

"That's for my mother"

My father looked shocked. I brought my hand up again and repeated.

"That's for my brothers"

My fathers was holding his face now.
I shifted weight onto my left foot to free my right. I brought my right foot up and crashed in where the sun don't shine.

He groaned as he sunk to the floor and I sunk with him to get my message across.

"And that was for me- dickhead" I whispered.

I stood up and turned to James.

"Do with him as you wish- I don't want to see his horrible face again"

James clicked his fingers and a few men started to walk over to my father. He cried out to me but I started to walk away with James and my brothers.

Many people congratulated James as we left but he simply nodded as we all headed towards the car.

It had been a long day- and I think now I was time to go home and sleep. Home- where I true family was.