Danger Prone

Thinking Out Loud

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I sat at the bar with a raspberry martini in front of me. It had been 45 minutes since Cristiano had brought me down to Piacere and to say that I was bored was an understatement.

"Cheap Thrills" was blaring as men and showgirls danced and fucked all around me. I wondered where Arabella was,

Probably sucking Tony's dick...

"Hey sweetheart," a voice came from behind me.

Jack stood behind me with a martini in his hand.

"Hey, Jack!" I jumped up from my barstool.

"What'cha up to?" he asked, taking a swig of his martini.

Before I could answer, his phone rang and he answered it quickly. His facial expression changed from a smile to a dark, serious expression.

"How badly?" he asked into the phone.

He cringed at whatever the answer was.

He hung up and took my hand.

"Come on, we need to get you out." he said, as he pulled me out of the club.

Before we exited, he turned to the confused crowd.

"Il capo è stato sparato male! Ognuno esce ed arriva alla sicurezza!" he yelled. The entire crowd panicked and scrambled for an exit.

He slid on his black Ray-Ban's and pulled me down the hallway past other girls and men running in both directions.

"Jack! What's going on?" I cried.

"The boss was shot badly and we don't know if any other assassins are still out there."

My heart dropped.

"The boss? As in... Cristiano???"

He nodded.

We were running now, and props to me because I was wearing black stilettos. A black Cadillac was waiting outside the main door and Jack pushed me into the car as he slid into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life and we sped forward.

"Jack, where are we going?! What about Cristiano? What about Arabella and Tony?" What-"

"Ava!" Jack interrupted me.

"Calm down, Cristiano is safe now, as are Arabella and Tony. We need to get to Diamante Nero quickly, they won't suspect-" he looked in the rearview mirror and cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, we're being followed."

I started to turn around when he shouted my name.

"Ava! Keep your head down unless you want a bullet in it!"

We must have been going at least 80 miles an hour, Jack kept glancing in the rearview mirror as the car behind us was getting closer. Suddenly, the sound of gunshots rang in the air.

"Head down!" Jack shouted and I clung to the seat.

Jack frantically felt around for something in the passenger's seat and threw a black handgun to me.

"Ava, you need to shoot at them now! Keep your head below the seat, roll down the window, and shoot back at them! Try and aim for the tires!"

Was he fucking crazy?!