Star Cross Lovers with Guns

Chapter 51

Without a second thought, I swing my bat towards Gianluca. He ducks and rolls as a throwing star comes darting towards me. Dodging each star Gianluca throws, I lean down to pull the gun out of my boot as I begin to shoot the ground around him.

     His eyes widen and he quickly moves to his feet as he pulls his gun out of his pocket. That stops me. We both stare at each other with knowing eyes as everyone else around us continues to fight. Both our guns are raised at one another and it feels like we're in one of those western cowboy movies. The ones where a show down happens and the first one to shoot wins but in our case, the first one to put the gun down wins.

     My eyes connect with Gianluca's dark ones and for some odd reason, I lower my gun and place it in my jacket pocket. But that doesn't stop him as he throws a knife at me. A grunt of pain comes out of my mouth as I hold my left thigh. Blood comes oozing out of it as the knife Gianluca just threw us stuck there. Son of a bitch. He keeps his gun raised at me as he begins to walk towards me.

      Picking up my metal baseball bat, I begin to swing at him but each swing that goes his way, he dodges it. Grunting in pain and annoyance, I pull the knife out of my thigh with all the strength I have and use that as a back up weapon on Gianluca.

     Gianluca raises as eyebrow at me but shrugs his shoulders as he comes running towards me. Using the bat as my first tactic of protection, I swing it at him managing to hit his right side. Blood isn't visible but I know a bruise will form there tomorrow. A smile spreads across my face as I watch him grunt and grab his side. Rib cage. Good. Swinging for his shoulder, he manages to grab my bat while giving me a hard look. I keep a good grip on the bat as I pull it towards me—all while sending him an innocent smile.

     Gianluca doesn't seem effected by my pull because he pulls back with both his hand causing the bat to fly onto the ground. Two hands versus one. He automatically wins. Little bitch. With the knife still in my left hand, I swipe it to the side. The feeling of it jabbing into Gianluca's side is music to my ears as I hear him groan in pain. Blood isn't too far from coming out and when I jerk my knife out, more blood comes oozing out. Anger and pain is mixed on Gianluca's face as he launched his right arm towards me—a silver knife clear in his hand. Blocking his hand, I take a step back but a sudden pain shoots up my left leg.

     My mistake was to hiss because Gianluca smirks at me. He knows I have a disadvantage. He sees my sudden change in leg movement and takes that as his point. "Little hurt there? Aren't we sweetheart." I groan in both pain and annoyance.

      "This shit is your fault. Fucking bitch." I swear at him, as I keep a hard grip on my knife.

     "Not my fault you can't block."

     "Nahnahnanah" I mimic in annoyance as he chuckles at me. In a swift movement, he throws a knife at me. Ducking down from the sharp flying knife I'm soon tackled to the ground. My knife goes flying to my side as Gianluca stays strong and sits on my chest—taking all the air out of my lungs while doing so. His hands grip my neck as they tighten around my throat, but not so much as it would kill me. My right hand goes to the side to search for my knife as my left hand attempts to pull away his hand.

     From the corner of my eye, I see Amanda grab the knife and use it as her protecting against Massimo. She looks at me for a split second before she gets tackled to the ground by Massimo. A grunt quickly comes from Massimo as the sight of blood makes me gag. I try to think hard about something else I could use to get this giant ass guy off me. My legs frail around as my hands try pulling his off but they only tighten and my head begins to feel dizzy again.

     Putting more pressure on me, my jacket rolls under my back, causing my gun to hit my back. Hissing in pain at the feeling, I try getting it out from under my back. Wiggling under Gianluca a plan forms in my head.