19. One Bullet, Don't Miss

19. One Bullet, Don't Miss
I was so dispersed in my thoughts, distracted by my wild emotions, I didn't notice Jay crumpled on the floor by the bathroom until I was sitting on my bed, raking fingers through my hair. I yelped, jumping up and rushing to his side, eyes widening as I noticed the small pool of blood near his face.

His lip was busted open, eye swollen shut, bruises already darkening the skin of his face. He blinked a few times, eyes focusing on me as I cradled his head.

"What happened?" I croaked, sobs cracking my voice.

"D-did Nicolo –"

"No," He rasped, blood spattering from his mouth as he tried to talk. "No." He repeated, before inhaling a deep breath. He was struggling to breathe. I shook my head fiercely.

"Stop talking, I'll get help. I promise I'll get help," I cried, before removing my hands from his head, and standing quickly. My legs wobbled, as I hurried to the door. I was shocked from the sight of him.

"He's here." Jay moaned loudly after sputtering out those last two words. Who was here? I didn't want to waste time trying to get him to tell me. I threw open the door, and was met with Giovanni's shadowed face. The hallway was dark now, windows covered, lights busted, doors shut. No other sign of life, beside the angry man standing in front of me.

I glanced down at his bloodied fists. A lump formed in my throat, and before I had time to scream I felt his knuckles smashing against my face. I don't know whether the crack came from the blow or from when I hit the floor, but I saw gray spots. My eyes rang horribly, and an overwhelming nausea curled my stomach.

He did this.

Poor Jay...

I frowned, while attempting to get a glimpse at Jay on the floor. His eyes were closed, but his chest rose up and down quickly.

I opened my mouth to scream for Nicolo but nothing came out. A raspy puff of air passed my lips, and Giovanni laughed sardonically.

"Fuck, you two bleed a lot." Giovanni mumbled before wiping the back of his hand against his jeans. "Thank god I have a bitch like you back home who knows how to get the blood out of my clothes," he growled, before bending down and linking his fingers in my hair.

I bit down hard on my tongue as he yanked my head upwards. Using all my energy, I climbed on my feet, continually being pulled by Giovanni to stand upright. My hands shot to my head, and I tried to link my fingers in between his closed fist, to no avail. His grip was locked. There was nothing I could do.

"If Nicolo can't be a fucking man, and get rid of you then I'll make you my bitch and then kill you myself."

"No," I hissed. He backhanded me with his free hand. My head ripped sideways before I was pulled to him by my hair. The smell of cigarettes and booze on him made me gag. I almost couldn't contain the bile threatening to come up.

What the hell kind of life was this? I was getting kidnapped from my kidnappers? Talk about some fucking irony. For a split second, I had wished Nicolo had just killed me himself.

"Oh, but don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure to stretch that pussy out, nice and wide. Get good use of that dripping clam before I kill you."

I clenched my thighs together. He'd have to knock me unconscious or kill me to stick his dick inside of me. I wouldn't just lay there and take it. Not if I was going to die anyway. I clenched my jaw, and swallowed the insulting words bubbling on my tongue.

One day this mother fucker would get his. One fucking day.

"I'm surprised this tight hole," He growled while grabbing my face and shoving his thumb between my lips. "Has nothing to say. There's plenty more you can do with this."

I tried to pull away from him.

"Like bite your fucking dick off."

I couldn't believe the words had left my lips, but there was no taking them back. To my surprise Giovanni chuckled and tightened his grip so hard on my face, I whimpered.

"Maybe I'll rip out your fucking teeth so you have no choice but to suck on my cock," He replied, before releasing my face. He punched me swiftly in the gut, causing the air to release from my lungs and for me to clutch my stomach. The pain was agonizing.

I couldn't speak. I shouldn't speak. Giovanni reached around his back and pulled a gun out. Pointing it at me, he bared his teeth.

"We're gonna leave now, and you're not gonna make a fucking peep. I'll shoot you."

I prayed silently that Nicolo would come to me. My angry devil. Maybe he'd stomp down the hallway looking for an angry fuck and discover I was being taken by his brother? But I knew I wouldn't be so lucky.

We were in the hallway in seconds and Nicolo was nowhere around. This place was huge, and there were parts of it I had no clue about. He could be anywhere. Giovanni noticed my darting eyes, and shook his head.

"You won't find him. He's preoccupied with your ex-boyfriend. I bet you thought he killed Joshua. Not quite. I convinced him not to because I knew I'd need that piece of shit for something. I made a deal with that fucking rat, so I could come and take you. Your precious Nicolo isn't going to save you," he said softly. Although his voice was quiet his words weren't any less menacing. "Tell me, is it his cock? Does he have some magic cock that makes you a helpless, pathetic little skank?"

"Stop it," I mumbled.

"I said shut the fuck up," he hissed. The sound of something crashing against the floor caught his attention, causing him to loosen his grip on my hair. He glanced down the hallway, eyes wide while trying to concentrate on the nearby footsteps echoing off the walls. I used that as my opportunity.

I ripped my head away from him, crying as a clump of hair came out, before jamming my elbow against his ribs.

He doubled over, clutching his side, while the gun hung loosely in his grip. I kicked his hand, watching miraculously as the gun dropped from his grasp and slid against the decorative table in the hallway.

"Fucking bitch," Giovanni grumbled.

"Nicolo!" I shrieked so loud I thought my lungs would burst.

Loud footsteps grew closer. Giovanni growled, lurching towards me. I slid out of his grasp and darted for the gun.

"Nicolo!" I wailed one last time, before my fingers rapped around the gun. I spun around, pointing the end of the barrel at Giovanni, who's jaw clenched.

"You won't do it you filthy bitch. He's got you trained like a dog. You don't shoot your captors, you fuck them," Giovanni spat. The gun shook in my hand. I had the advantage, why wasn't I taking the shot? I could do it, just one swift flick of my finger and the trigger would be pulled. Why was I hesitating? He wouldn't.

"Do it," He pressed, egging me on. He opened his arms. "Right in the fucking chest. Do it! Now!"

"Selena!" Nicolo called just as my finger pulled the trigger and the sound of a gunshot ricocheted off the walls, deafening us all, before the sound of a body dropping on the floor followed suit.