His hand slid under my cardigan and pulled the gun from there. Remo reached for my gun but I shook my head. Remo pressed up behind me, as usual not heeding any safety measures, towering a head over me. I shot at him, nicking the outside of his upper arm. Remo staggered to his feet behind me, and Danilo aimed. I was their responsibility and their failure. They wouldn’t shoot me, not even now that I was holding them at gunpoint. In my peripheral vision, Remo cut through the last rope around his ankle.ĭante pulled his gun and so did Danilo, but I barred their view of Remo.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, biting back tears, thinking of Samuel, of what he would think once he woke up. I took another step back, releasing the safety catch. My father and Danilo were completely frozen. “I’m sorry,” I whispered and pulled the gun on them.ĭante put his hand on his gun at his waist but didn’t pull it. I wrapped my arms around my body and slid my hands beneath my cardigan, my fingers curling around the gun strapped to the holster there. He still believed in my innocence, but Dante and Danilo regarded me more cautiously. This isn’t something for a woman,” Dad said gently. I shielded Remo mostly from their view but that wouldn’t last long. I took a step back, closer to Remo again. I have a right to be here.”ĭanilo was breathing harshly, his chest heaving. I whirled around on him, getting in his face. “Serafina, get the fuck away from the asshole!” Danilo growled, gripping me by the shoulders and pulling me to my feet. I dropped the knife in Remo’s now free hand. I cut through the rope when I heard the creak of the door. Not my brother, not my father, not my uncle.
“Strong enough to take you and our children home where you all belong, Angel.”
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