Chapter 31 Getting Shot
Lorenzo’s POV
She scoffed dryly, eyes stinging with tears, flinching sideways with so much anger.
“I should just be calm….” She repeated. “Really?”
I spread my hands, trying to calm every storm in her.
She stumbled backward, almost dropping to the floor. “I just watched you murder three broad men, and you’re telling me to be calm?”
“I understand how difficult this could be for you, but you have to…..”
“I have to do nothing?" she spat, rage flaring in her. "Say it!"
“For how long, Lorenzo?” she asked. “For how long are you going to continue making me do things I never wished to do?”
She took another step back. “Just one night.....one night Lorenzo." She sobbed. "Even after taking my family's life. You came into my life, forced me to into
living with you for a full whole year. As if that wasn't enough, you've stopped me from going out alone, associating with other people and now you dragged into this......?"
She pointed on the remaining of Richard and his men. "Into killing people with you."
“Eve…..” My chest tightened from what I couldn’t explain.
“What next?” She shook her head. “What else are you planning to make me do?”
“Will I ever come out of this?” She stood her ground, voice firmer than before. “Why don’t you kill me? why don’t you end my life instead of tormenting me this way?!”
She didn’t wait for me to say a word, she turned on her heels and headed out without looking back.
Everywhere blurred. For the first time in my entire existence, I felt guilty for taking a life. Before my vision could be cleared, Evelyn was out of the building, so I chased after her.
“Eve! Evelyn!”
She didn’t look back, it was as if I were pouring water on a dry rock. My pace quickened as I chased after her, but before I could reach the direction she was heading, I lost track of her.
My head moved, searching, scared that something might happen to her.
That was when I sensed it.
Danger.
I know one when it is near.
Something, someone. An enemy is near.
Who could it be?
The cold street stretched long, silent and lonely with no figure in view, just the sound of the wind and the occasional noises of night animals hovering around.
And that was when it gradually revealed itself.
The headlight of a car sparked from the end of the street, striking hard at my face. I sharply covered my eyes with my hands, tilting my head to figure out who it was.
The next moment, he stepped out.
President Jones.
The President of the United States of America.
He is one of my biggest enemies. During the campaign, Jones crawled to my chamber, pleading on his knees for my support. He asked that I give him influence and more money, and that I manipulate the masses into voting for him.
I did.
But of course, I wouldn’t do that without a reward.
President Jones sacrificed his only son, and ever since he won the election, he has been after me.
I gave him two tenors. Two solid tenors, in exchange for his son’s life after five years. And after I had taken my price of the bargain, he constantly sent his men after me.
The last time was when I still had my powers, it took just a lift of my fingers to burn down the five men he sent to me.
But today…..hell.
I no longer have it, and worst of all, Evelyn is nowhere to be seen.
Could they have her?
“Lorenzo Sofield!” he laughed cruelly, the sound echoing through the night.
I turned my head and found his men already circling me, armed.
My chest clenched, burning with something I couldn’t even explain.
This time, President Jones was dangerously close, each step intentional, calculating, taunting. His eyes glinted with a hunger for blood. I could see his fingers digging into his palms, curling into furious fists.
“What the hell do you want from me?!”
He laughed again, each sound harsher than the last. “What do I want from you?” He took a slow step forward. “Lorenzo, I want your fucking life. I want to cut you into pieces, rip your heart out, then chop your head as a decoration in my penthouse before throwing your flesh to the vultures.”
I grounded my stance, chest heaving, not in fear, not entirely. I was damn ready to fight them all, even without my powers.
“You’re bluffing!” I shouted.
“Do you think so?” he asked mockingly. “Because my men are ready to put a bullet in that dead brain of yours at any time.”
“But you…..” He looked around, smirking wildly. “I see only you here, I doubt you even have a gun there.”
My breathing quickened as I lowered my stance, legs apart, turning from one man to another, studying their bodies, strength, and balance.
This time, President Jones was even closer, just a few inches from me. His eyes were dark with vengeance as he scanned me. “You look too scared….why?”
I tilted my chin back. “Don’t deceive yourself, man. You want to fight me, right?” My fist stretched forward, one leg behind the other.
“Tell your men to step aside, and let’s face each other, man to man.”
His face flashed with pride. “No, Lorenzo.” He placed his hands on his hips. “I’m the President of America, and I don’t have such time.”
“Oh man, don’t be a pussy and fight me,” I said, breathing hard. “You’re as scared as fuck.”
He chuckled low, deep in his throat. “You really think I’m scared of a powerless fool like you?”
I smirked. “Then prove it.”
Before he could say another word, I rushed him. My fist went straight for his jaw, but he dodged fast, too fast for his age. He threw a punch back, catching me by the side of my face. My head spun.
“Not bad,” I growled, wiping the blood that trickled from my lip.
He came again, knife flashing from inside his jacket. I jumped back, my chest heaving. “A knife? Really, Mr. President?”
“Anything to get rid of a traitor like you,” he barked.
The blade came at me. I bent sideways, hearing the air tear past my ear. He swung again, but I grabbed his wrist and twisted. He groaned, his face squeezing in pain.
“Drop it,” I warned.
He refused, trying to push the knife toward my neck. Our arms shook in midair. The tension burned through my muscles.
I kicked him in the stomach, hard. He stumbled backward, grunting, and the knife slipped from his hand. Before it could hit the ground, I caught it.
Now it was my turn.
I raised it slowly, eyes locked on his. “How about I finish what I started years ago?”
His breath grew fast. “You don’t have the balls.”
I took a step closer. “You sure about that?”
He backed up a little, panic slowly crawling into his voice. “You kill me, you’ll never make it out alive!”
“I was never planning to,” I said coldly.
He froze. My grip on the knife tightened. I lifted my hand….. aiming straight at him, when the sound came from behind.
BANG!
The gun barked, echoing through the night.
I gasped, my body jerking forward. The knife fell from my hand, clattering to the ground. I felt heat spread across my back, then pain so sharp it almost blinded me.
I stumbled, trying to breathe, but it came out broken. My knees hit the ground.
“Lorenzo!” Jones laughed, stepping closer. “You really thought you could win against me?”
I turned my head slightly, trying to see behind me. One of his men stood there, gun still pointed at me, smoke curling from the muzzle.
“Coward,” I whispered. “You couldn’t even do it yourself.”
Jones crouched in front of me, his grin wide. “I don’t need to dirty my hands for trash like you.”
I forced a weak laugh, blood spilling from my mouth. “You’ll regret this…….. I swear you will…...”
He leaned in close. “You’ll be dead before that.”
I glared at him, struggling to keep my eyes open. “You think this is over?”
He smirked. “It already is.”
He stood, brushing his coat. “Leave him,” he said to his men. “Let him bleed out.”
As they turned away, my vision started fading. Everything became blurry, the street lights, the cars, even the sky.
My hand reached weakly for the ground, my voice barely a whisper. “Eve…………….”
Darkness took over before I could say more.