WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 11

Warnings: Mention of death

Chapter 11

The first thing you heard in the morning was a loud bang, followed by multiple gunshots. You jolted up, running over to the window to see what was going on outside. Your father's guards were shooting at a bunch of men, who you assumed were Sabini's. Your father's favorite car was on fire, and not long after seeing it explode another car drove through the gates in front of your house. A couple of men came out of it, shooting at your father's guards. When one of them got hit you let out a loud sob, your hand covering your mouth. You felt yourself slightly panicking as you wondered what you were supposed to do to get out of the situation alive.

"Okay Y/N, relax." You said under your breath, letting out a deep breath before running over to your cupboard at the side of your bed. You opened the first drawer, pulling out a gun that you were given by your father for your fifteenth birthday. For a second you closed your eyes, focusing on the multiple shooting lessons Lucas had given you. "Aim for the middle or the head. If you need to wound someone, shoot at the leg." His voice and his words rang in your head as you forced yourself to relax. There was no way you were getting out of the situation alive if you remained a panicking mess. You desperately wished for your father's presence, or at least Lucas's, but you had no clue where the two of them were. With a decision to take the matters into your own hands you exited your room, but not before grabbing an extra magasin along with you. Who knows how many shots you were forced to shoot, and running out of ammunition was the worst mistake you could possibly make.

You didn't bother to grab a piece of clothing to cover your pajamas - that seemed the least of your problems. You held the gun confidently in your hand as you made your way downstairs. Yells along with gunshots were still heard outside, but what alerted you was someone breaking the glass doors that led into your living room. You quickly hid yourself behind a wall as you felt your heartbeat quicken. You heard a man in your living room say something in Italian - you weren't sure in his words, but you could have sworn one of his words was 'ragazza'. And that proved your previous suspicions - Sabini was behind the attack, and that meant that he was somewhere around your house along with his men.

From the corner of your eye you saw one of the men next to you, and before he could react you hit his face with your elbow, an action that caused him to let out a yell. With the barrel of your gun you kicked him at the back of his head to which he fell onto the floor unconscious. You felt the adrenaline kick in as you grabbed his gun before walking over to the living room. The glass doors were completely shattered, and the glass was lying around the floor. Since you weren't wearing any shoes you decided not to exit through the same doors, and opted for the door of your kitchen instead. When you finally made your way outside a horrifying sight appeared in front of your eyes - there were dead bodies lying around along with some injured men who tried their best to cover their wounds. At this point you couldn't set apart your guards and Sabini's men. Bullets were covering the ground along with pieces of your father's gun that the explosion had splattered apart.

Not too far from you you saw Anthony, a guard that was not too much older than you. His shirt was covered with red as he sat on the ground, gripping his wound. His back rested on the wall of your house and there was a dead look in his eyes. You simply ran over to him, tearing your top in half as you covered the wound with the other half. He didn't even seem to notice you as he continued staring straight in front of him. There wasn't anything there except for a tree, but his eyes didn't leave it. He seemed completely mesmerized by it, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Anthony, hey. Look at me." You said, grabbing his head into your hands. The action seemed to pull him out of his trance as his eyes met yours.

"I promise you, I'm not letting anything happen to you. But I need you to hold the cloth on your wound until I find something else, okay? Can you do it for me?" You quickly asked. With a small smile on his face he nodded, replacing your hand on his stomach. You stood up, running back towards your house. You didn't make it very far, because a gunshot forced you to turn around. Sabini stood in front of Anthony, a gun in his hand. Anthony's eyes were staring at you, his lifeless body on the ground.

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"You have cost me a lot of my men, Y/N." Sabini exclaimed in anger as he gripped your hair, pulling you back into the living room with him. He threw you straight on the glass which caused you to let out a yelp. The glass was straight under your hands, and when you looked at them you saw blood dripping down your arms. You weren't sure what to do - the whole situation seemed hopeless. Yet the only thing you could think about was Anthony's eyes staring at you. He was dead because of you, and the guilt was already too much to bear. You would have started crying if Sabini wasn't there with you, but he was. And there was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction to see you cry.

"Where's your father?" He now asked, appearing in front of you. A gun was placed into his hands, and you couldn't stop but to stare at it. He seemed to notice it, since the next thing he did was place the gun onto your forehead.

"You have three seconds to answer me. Where's your father?" He asked again. You simply glared at him, clenching your jaw without saying anything.

"No one is coming to save you, Y/N. Don't make me kill you." He dictated, cocking the gun tighter in his hands. You saw his finger rest on the trigger as you let out a sigh.

"One.." He started counting. At the same time you jabbed a piece of glass into his thigh. He dropped the gun onto the floor, his hands finding the huge piece of glass in his thigh. With a hiss he pulled it out of it as he started coming towards you. He stopped however as he saw you straight in front of him, his gun in your hands.

"I'm Y/N Pierce. I don't need saving." You said as you pulled the trigger without any hesitation.