Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

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The gorgeous man was not alone. Two men in black suits are beside him, the dimmed light of the alley doesn't give away their faces but from their silhouette, I can tell that they're well built and have good posture. I can't win against them in a fair fight for sure. All three of them were holding guns but the gorgeous man had his aim at my head.

"Come down, Alexa" he keeps calling me by that name but now his Italian accent is evident. "Now!"

I raised my hands holding both of my high heels in surrender before jumping off of the garbage bin. They closed in on where I was standing, each step they took made my heart race like a bullet train to hell. The shy light of the building shows their dangerous taunting stance. The gorgeous guy's eye from the club made my insides shiver in fear. His icy eyes held so much anger in them as if he despises me too much that he'd want to burn me with his gaze. Turn me to ashes if he could.

"I'm not her," I announced calmly.

Gorgeous Italian smirk "that's the best you can say? Your lies are getting crappy, no?"

He motioned the two men in suits to grab me. They both grabbed my arms and dragged me back to the streets. Whoever this Alexa was was less of my concern at the moment. If they are connected to Dante I am doomed.

I'd rather die than go back to that shit hole.

A black SUV was waiting for us in the curve, one man in a suit slid out of the passenger side and opened the backseat. When we stood at the door, I spit on the man holding the door, head butter the man in my left, and stabbed the man in my right with my killer heels in his throat, just enough to choke him.

I heard curses and groans as I kneed the man at the door in his crotch, he crouched and held his pained manhood. I ducked when I felt the gorgeous Italian behind me, funny how I can sense his presence - I just met the guy twenty minutes ago, we don't even like each other - and evaded his arms. Spinning in my ducked stance, I managed to kick his knee and sprinted away as soon as he stumbled back.

Five years, that's how long I've been running for my life. The thought of Dante having a hold on me again scares the shit out of me.

He can't control me again.

I can't. I just can't go through that again.

I saw a bike parked in front of a building, hotwired it, and accelerated into the streets. The SUV was behind me in seconds. The bike was at 220, the buildings vanished in my sight. Speeding tickets aren't frightening when you're running for the sake of your lonely damned soul. My hair was flowing tangled with the wind as the SUV neared my side.

They're serious about killing me. They're surely not regular kidnappers nor gun for hire since they are willing to do things in the open like this.

Bullets were flying everywhere, I leaned my body closer to the bike and headed for the bridge in a plan to lose them in the waters. The bike swerved in my attempt to make them lose their aim on me. The bridge was close but a bullet pierced the front wheel, knocking me off of the bike into the street, my body stumbled over.