POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter thirty seven

Annetta's POV

Fuck.

As the sound of a gunshot resonates across the room, the whole world felt like it had frozen. Frozen in time. Suddenly, it was lacking oxygen. A lot of it. The room felt like nothing because I felt numb.

Did I get shot? Is there a deadly hole on my body?

Slowly but surely, I began to feel again and when I did, I thought to myself that I felt fine, only that my body was carrying something much more heavier. I blink over to Constantino who was limp, barely conscious and shot by Destefano's gun. He slips from my grip. My eyes widened when I snap out of a reverie and hold him until he was summoned to the ground.

"No, no, no. Come on, Constantino." I mumble, searching his body for the wound. It was in his stomach. "Fuck!" Constantino was groaning in pain and his eyes were shutting and opening slowly. When I glanced up, Destefano stood in front of us. "What the fuck!" I yell at Destefano.

"If Mario is dead, you're better off being dead too."

I always saw this day coming, but it wasn't anytime soon. As second passes by, my heart raced because I was eventually faced with the tip of Destefano's gun. I glance at the gun, my breath shaky and my hands remain on Constantino, helping him with his wound. Destefano stood behind the gun, ready to pull the trigger that would frankly end my life within seconds. I gulp but a part of me was not frightened at all because death didn't scare me right now. The world was after me, everybody wanted me dead, I might as well allow Destefano to do this.

"Have you ever thought about how your own children feel when you decide to make irrational decisions like this?" I spew, Destefano's face was stern but for a fleeting moment, he flinched. "I attended the gala to prove my doubts wrong, I came back for you because I thought you were worth it. More worth than the fucking Lombardi's."

"I don't believe you." Destefano says. A single tear slides down his face as he fumbles with the gun, probably conflicted with his thoughts right now. He seemed unsettled, uncertain and uncomfortable but none of it was my fault because he was the one to put that gun on me first.

"I don't need you to believe me Destefano," I gulped, "You're still my father my only Papà. No matter how much I doubt you, I will always return to make amends. I did that." I say, and then release the tension I held for so long in my body, "And you're about to kill me, your daughter."

"Stop it Annetta." He grunts, I close my eyes and open them again and when I do, both Destefano and I made eye contact. He seemed to crumble and had every power not to do so until after he shoots me, because I knew he was incapable of doing such thing, yet he would still do it. My heart slows, the anxiousness disappears and suddenly, I feel Constantino slightly squeeze my hand. I feel movement but Destefano didn't seem to notice the movements from Constantino. "I just want to know if Mario is alive. I will release you, just get him back."

"You can kill me right now, but it's not going to get you Mario back, or anything in fact."

"Fuck Annetta!" Destefano cries. He pulls the gun away from my face and turns around, suddenly catching me off guard. I release a sigh of relief, when I thought I felt calm already. It was a huge breath that I exhaled out because I felt intimidated once again. I was about to die today and I thought it was the end. Adrenaline courses through my blood when I act impulsively, against Destefano's divided attention. He seemed to be more conflicted and concerned of what he should do right now, while I was ready to leave this fucking place.