Bound by my blood

Chapter thirty-two

She is a flower,
But she isn't soft
When her petals fall
They hit like bullets
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The sound of bullets being fired chase after us as Jax drags me down small pathways and hidden alleys. I pray that Elisa doesn't get hit by one of them.

I can't lose her. Especially the same way I lost Vincenzo.

Everything in me is telling me to turn back and help fight but it was pointless. Jax's grip is like iron and he was faster. Even if I tried to he would stop me.

It wasn't a secret I couldn't fight well. I would just be a burden at the fight and people would be paying to much attention to me. However, maybe that would be a good thing. The enemies were here for me after all.

"We're nearly there, keep going" Jax encourages and I push my body to the limits. I can hardly breathe but there is no times for a break.

If I stopped now me and Jax could be caught and killed. Elisa's sacrifice to stay behind would mean nothing.

The sound of crashing waves guides us and sand from the beach had blown onto the wooden paths. I can hear the helicopter ahead and tell myself that we were almost there.

I can do this. We would get out of here alive.

That was until I hear the familiar clack of heels. Jax hears them too as he freezes and pushes me up against one of the alcoves in the walls.

It was the women... the one that me and Vince saw before. The one that I had tricked outside the university class.

"Alexandria, honey, I know you're here. Come out before I come and drag you out myself" she calls and Jax shakes his head at me firmly.

I meet Jaxs eyes and an unspoken message passes through, don't move. We both stay where we are; Jax's hand is on one of his guns.

"Alexa this isn't a game. If you don't come to me then Vincenzo is dead. All I have to do is make one tiny phone call. You don't want you're husband dead do you?"

I take a sharp intake of breathe at the sound of his name. If she's telling the truth then they have already got to him. Or there is a rat.

She is right this isn't a game. Vince's life might be on the line. I couldn't risk it.

Jax grabs my arms and shakes his head but I know what I have to do. Even if he doesn't understand.

My arms wind around his waist and I grab one of the knives he keeps hidden in his pocket. He squeezes my body and I feel tears running down my face.

"Goodbye. I love you" I mouth, kissing his cheek before stepping out of the alcove.

"Hmmm I thought that might make you more receptive" She smirks as she beckons me forward.

As we walk I shove the knife under the clips of my bra discreetly. I stop a few steps away and she starts circling me.

"What is it that you have that I don't? You seem to have all the men after you and I don't understand it".

"Nothing. I am nothing. I don't understand it either" I mutter, trying to distract her long enough. If only I could get closer then I could end this.

She runs a hand across my shoulder blades. Her nails digging into my skin and I bite my lip to hold back the whimper. This was nothing compared to what she could be doing.

When she gets to the front of me again, she takes another step closer so we are basically nose to nose.

This is my chance, I grab the knife and plunge it into the side of her throat before she can anticipate my movement.

The women gasps and her hand goes to the wound. I pull the knife out and Jax runs from the hiding place.

"Come on, we need to go before someone notices she's gone" He ushers and I nod.

"You messed with the wrong family. I will find my husband and when I do your friend will learn what happens when you mess with a Castillo" I snarl we Jax takes my hand again.

"That's where you are wrong. The problem is closer then you think. I am not the main villain in this story" she manages to choke out, a pool of blood surrounding her.

I kick her side, hard, and a loud crack rings through the air before taking off.

We don't stop until we get to the beach and notice Aerin stood by a helicopter. She gestured wildly at us and we sprint.

Aerin clambers into the drivers seat and we both climb into the back. Some guards make sure the doors are shut properly as Aerin starts talking into a radio.

I secure the headphones on my head as Jax quickly straps me up. He climbs into the passenger seat and does up the belts before placing some headphones on his head.

The two of them talk into the radio as we take off. I watch out the window as the resort turns into a little black dot in the distance as we fly further away.

Sleep finds me eventually as we fly to Tartus; where a plane was waiting for the three of us board before taking off to America.

I'm finally going home like I've wanted for months but I'm not excited. Instead my mind is stuck on a tall, mysterious, Sicilian man.

That is none other than Vincenzo Lombardo.