Star Cross Lovers with Guns

Chapter 49

The date on my cell phone read, July 1st, 2018. Today's the day everything comes into place. The day the Blood Hounds and the Black Widows go to war to see who's the strongest mob in Montreal. It sounds so cliche if you think about it but I have waited four months for this day and nothing is going to ruin it for me.

     Four months of preparation and four months since I last saw Gianluca. He made a promise to set my cousins free and he did. He kept his word and everyone came home in one piece. I haven't contacted him sine that night and even though we agreed on being friends, it still hurts. He knows it. I know it and we decided it would be best to stay out of each others lives. We decided that the next time we would see each other it would be on the battle field so we could put our seven months training to use.

     My stomach turns at the thought of seeing Gianluca today but I push it away as I toss my phone on the bed and begin to get ready. Dad wanted us up early today. It's four in the morning and everything is still somewhat dark outside. The sky is beginning to light up but darkness still hovers over it. Shaking my head, I step away from the window and head towards the closet to change.

     Slipping on a pair of black tights and tugging on a black round neck shirt, I quickly reach for my leather knee high boots—the ones without the heels as I'm not looking forward into stepping in dirt and getting suck in it. Walking out of my closet, I head to my bathroom to brush my teeth and my light pink hair. Almost poking my eyes out while putting my contacts on, I add a bit of makeup to make me look less dead.

     Walking towards my night stand, I pull out my gold and black leather gun that Gianluca gave me because it's just that beautiful. I also snatch my black and gold baseball bat that I hit him with during the spring break when he broke into my bedroom window. Ah, the memory.

      Heading out the door, I spoke everyone scurrying about as they grab their last minute items. Orders are being barked by downstairs and I immediately know it's my father. Jumping down the stair, I spot dad at the main entrance as people carry boxes out the front door and loading them into out steel black military trucks that we stole from the army.

     Sending a couple of smiles to the people who pass by I stand besides my father as I wrap an arm around his waist. "Are we ready?"

     Dad snatches his arm around my shoulder as he pulls me to his chest. "Yes we are. But why don't you go eat something before we leave. Everyone already ate so just ask Paul to make you something." He kisses the top of my head as I nod mine and pull away while heading towards the kitchen.

     I spot Paul leaning on the bar as I sit on the stool in front of it. "Hey Paul." The French Mr.Clean looks up from his cell phone and hands me a tight lip smile.

     "The usual?" His accent is thick as he stretches his arms above his head.

     Shaking my head, I grab an apple from the fruit bowl that sits besides me. "Nah. I'm too nervous to eat anything. I'll just stick to this apple." Taking a bite into it, he nods his head before typing away on his phone. Looking around the kitchen, I notice that all the chefs and servers are on their phones as well. Everyone seems bored and I quickly find myself out of place as I step away quietly from the kitchen and back into the busy mafia house.

     Everyone dashes towards the front door as shouts are being heard from outside. I spot my friends in the living room and make my way over to them. "Hey. What's happening?"

     Ricky is the first to notice me as he tapes the space besides him on the big couch. "Well, right now everyone is saying bye to the kids because they can't leave."

     Plopping down besides him, I furrow my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

     "Anyone under the age of sixteen aren't going." Keith butts in as he sharpens his pocket knife. "Which means your sister isn't going either." He shoots me a pointed look as realization draws on me and I'm quickly on my feet while rushing towards the main hall.