With a gun in my hand pointing at my father, I spare a small glance at Vince.
My heart breaks at the sight of him so vulnerable.
I knew I could of told him the truth but that would put my mother at risk.
I had my father breathing down my neck at all times. Always watching me. Having a mic hidden with me.
My choices were limited.
My father looks at me and laughs.
"Is this this not funny. She came to save you." he teases and looks between me and Vince.
"Get away from him!" I scream, moving closer to my father still pointing my gun at him.
He looks amused and raises his brows at me.
"You have honestly got to pick a side. You can not be working for me and then him." he rolls his eyes and I glare, my fist clenching around my shirt.
"Work for you?," I scoff, "I was forced to work for you! You took my only family to get to me!"
I let out a cry as my body pains so painfully, dry blood all over me.
My father smiles but there is no humour in it.
"I am a Mafia leader. I have no heart. Did you really expect me to love you?" he laughs and I take a step back in surprise.
"What?" my heart breaks.
"I did not love you. Why do you think I left you?" he questions, gripping Vincent's hair so hard that he winces.
"Let him go!" I scream again, my finger moving closer to the trigger.
"Why should I?" he pouts and my body is so close to passing out from blood loss.
I hear footsteps behind me and then they stop.
I turn around quickly, catching glimpse of Ryder who entered.
His weapon falls to the floor as he looks at the scene in front of him.
"What the fuck." he curses, staring longly at my father.
I guess I got my mama's genes because that motherfucker is ugly.
"Father?" Ryder stammers and I frown.
"Declan, son." my father grins and I grow aggravated at the word 'son'
"He is not your son." I grit out, my voice strained.
Ryder finally looks at me but he turns quickly as if I have burned him.
But I am Elsa.
He picks up his knife that he dropped, his expression going back to emotionless.
"I thought you died." Ryder mocks, moving slowly closer almost unnoticeably.
My father, Axel, shrugs pressing his gun to Vincent's temple.
I stare at Vince to see him already looking at me.
His eyes trail down to my arm that holds my stomach from where the bullet he shot pierced into.
His eyes flash with guilt and anger as if angry with himself for doing it.
"Looks like you guys found each other? I heard Lucas kicked you out." Axel says and Ryder snarls.
"Shut up." he snarls.
With shaky hands I aim my gun at my father and try pulling the trigger.
Key word: tried.
Fucking no bullets. I had to shoot all those guards outside.
Ryder still stares at Axel with hatred.
"Look what you have become. A fucking monster." Axel gestures towards all the blood on him and I take a step in front of Ryder, pushing him back.
"Say another word about him like that and you will not be able to walk for the rest of your pathetic life." I scowl and point the gun with no bullets at him.
Let's just pretend I am cool and have bullets in them.
He takes his own gun and shoots it in the air making me stumble and I curse as my body goes numb.
Where the fuck is Ms. Hot stuff when I actually need her.
"Do you really think I am scared of you?" he mumbles and pushes his gun to Vince, his finger close to the trigger.
"No." I whimper and he stills.
"Are you picking this boy over me? Your father." he says, feigning hurt and I stare at him in disbelief.
"Stop trying to manipulate me!" I screech my head spinning.
"What do you mean? I took you in when you were hurt." he says, his voice sounding hurt and I clench my jaw.
A arm touches mine and I jolt, turning around to see Ryder glaring at Axel.
"Leave her out of this." he grits out, his hand clenching over his knife.
I feel my vision get blurry but I shake it off, focusing of what is in front of me.
"She betrayed you and you still protect her?" Axel looks at Ryder with wide eyes.
I look down in shame, choking on a sob.
"I-I did it for my family." I whisper out.
"A family that you do not deserve! You do not deserve anything but death." Axel exclaims and my heart breaks.
Ryder throws his knife landing it on Axel's arm and he cries out, his gun falling down.
Vincent stands up, picking up the gun and Ryder walks over to him, leaving me behind.
Vince punches my father while Ryder holds him up.
Axel grins through the punches and I stand and watch with blurry vision, in too much pain to move.
My body is clenching with pain. My head is pounding. My stomach is hurting and pouring out with blood.
My legs feel wobbly and my ears are blocked.
All the I hear is muffled grunts and laughs.
I stumble and pick up a knife laying on the floor close by me.
"Vincent." I call out softly, as I stumble towards them.
He hears me, he always does because he stops and turns to me.
His eyes widen when he sees me stumbling towards him.
When I reach, he grips my arm up and I almost cry when his body warms mine.
I stare at the knife and then at my father.
"You are not going to do it." he grins and I shake.
"Do not bet on it." I choke out.
With shaky hands, I bring the knife up towards him and he tries thrashing around but Ryder holds him still.
"This is for breaking me more than I was." I scowl and push the knife into his eye.
He cries out and I almost gag at the amount of blood.
Gag on a dic- Shut up.
He has tears and blood running down his face and he is breathing heavily.
I push the knife deeper and he cries out loudly.
I grab the knife out and plunge it into his heart, crying out as I did so.
I fall down once I let go of the knife but two arms catch me.
I look up and see Vincent watching me.
"Hey." I smile slightly.
He does not say anything back, instead he looks at me.
I can not dispatcher the look in his eyes because of my blurry vision.
"I am sorry. I am sorry I did not tell y-you." I mumble out, my hand reaching to his face.
He shakes his head, looking behind him and screaming orders.
"I did not have a choice. He has my m-mom. He hurt me when I tried to save them." I cry out and he grabs my hand from his face, keeping his own on the wound.
I look towards it and grin as he unbuttons my shirt.
"Are you feeling me up?" I laugh and he shakes his head.
"Hang in there." his voice is muffled and my ear pierces with a high pitched sound.
I wince when I feel a hand pressing on my wound and I cry out when the pain increases.
"I tried to think of something, I promise." I said.
I look around and see Roman enter. His eyes widen when he sees me and he looks to Vincent who kneels before me, putting pressure on my wound.
I hear Vincent speak to him and Roman nods, running out.
"Talk to me." he grabs my face and turns my to him.
His face is filled with hurt and I frown.
"That was m-my first kill." I admit and he nods.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I nod, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Listen to me, love. Keep your eyes open." he lightly hits my face and I force my eyes open.
"Kinky." I joke and laugh but start coughing.
He curses when I spit out blood and I frown.
"I am sorry." I say again, tears filling my eyes and he shakes his head.
"You are going to survive this and then we will speak about it, yeah?" he shakes his head and I smile.
"I do not know if I can survive this." I say truthfully.
"Fuck, where the fuck is the doctor."
he whispers.
I grab his face with my weak hands and he looks at me with a soften gaze.
"I did love you. I still do." I whisper.
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hey! so i am sorry for taking so long to write this, i fell asleep and forgot to post the chapter. anyways, thank you reading. tell me if you like this:)
#marshashermommasgenes
9/24/2021
-Z