***LONDON’S POV***
Running towards my room, I don’t see the man coming to my right and he bumps into me, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Closing my eyes, I try to kick the man out of me, but he presses my neck, squeezing it just the right amount, choking me out.
“Stop! Please stop!” I beg, blood shooting behind my eyes.
When I thought I was seeing stars, I heard a gun cock and I close my eyes, ready to die.
One gunshot and liquid splashes on my face, when I scream, I open my eyes to see that my assailant’s head has been blown off.
“No, Fuck!” I cry out as his lumpy body falls to the side.
His brain matters are on the floor and the gory detail is engraved on my head.
I start crying, falling into a panic attack.
“You killed him,” a dark voice calls out angrily, pushing aside the man who still has the gun in his hand.
“He was going to rape the girl. Get her up, we need to leave,” he barks out.
When I blink, that when when I discover I know the man.
“Paolo,” my voice was a tiny whisper.
He might have left his stubble to grow out, but I will notice him in any shape or form.
“Yes, London. You are going to be a good girl and let’s do this for the second time, unless you want to end up like my little friend here, I will suggest you obey without asking stupid questions,” he explains.
Nodding, I am still in shock when his accomplice’s hands grab me by the shoulders and haul me towards the front.
“Let me go. Paolo, you were lucky Zane didn’t get his hands on you, but I swear if he finds you…” my words trail when Paolo uses the bottom of his gun to slam it against my forehead.
I become nauseous, blood instantly slipping out of my nose.
It became hard to breathe and my harbored breaths didn’t pay me justice as I kept panting, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.
‘London! You need to keep your eyes open. Don’t let them kidnap you twice,’ a faint part of my memory still working says to me.
I close my eyes, but Zane keeps coming to my mind, he keeps pushing words of encouragement in front.
Opening the door, I see two men dead and I feel my body tremble, oh fuck, Zane doesn’t know this is happening to me, if he was here, this wouldn’t have happened to me.
With all my strength, I use my elbow to hit the goon on his lungs and as he gasps for air, I grab my knee and hit his groin.
“You bitch,” he says going down slowly.
Paolo discovers but before he can hit me, I run into the house.
He starts shooting and my air gets tight as I rush through the stair landing and into the bedroom.
Closing and shutting the door, I make it to the closet where I claw into it, hoping the fuck that there is a secret passage or anything there waiting for me.
Nothing, just plain wood.
A few minutes later, Paolo bursts into the room kicking the door down.
“You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of where ever you are hiding London. You have pissed me a lot and castrated one of my me. By the time I finish counting, if you don’t come out yet, I will shoot you in the leg when I find you,” he spits out angrily.
My whole body starts shivering in fear, my eyes water as I shake my head, and I close my mouth in shock, finding it difficult to leave my security place.
Paolo doesn’t know where I am and the closet is too big, before he finds me, he will have to put in a little effort.
The fact of him shooting my leg terrifies me though because that will mean I wouldn’t have to walk for a while. What if I don’t get to walk at fucking all?
Shivering, I hear his voice call out harshly, “Ten,” he blurts out.
“Nine,” he says directly after.
I shake my head, not wanting to leave this place.
What would Zane do if he were here? He would tell me to be strong, he would know what to do, but right now, I am defenseless.
He went after Michael, whereas I am here in the mouth of trouble.
“Two,” he calls out.
I start crawling to leave but then, he calls out one.
“I warned you, London. I don’t care if I have to drag a dead you by the time I am done shooting,” he says.
Before I can call his bluff off, a rain of bullets flies through the room and I dig my head farther into the closet floor, begging for security.
A minute later, the gunshots stop and I close my eyes, my air getting darker.
When I think Paolo wouldn’t get his claws on me, the closet doors open and an angry looking Paolo is fuming, breathing above me.
“You’ve got the beast in me pissed off lady,” he says dragging me by the hair.
Tossing me across the bedroom, I shout as I crash onto the floor, I start crawling fighting for my life, but Paolo is trolling above me.
When he stomps on my ankle, I hear it snap and my hand searching the floor succeeds to grab a base.
“Don’t come any close,” I shout out crying.
“The next thing I might walk on is your stomach. In my combat boots, I bet your baby wouldn’t have a chance at surviving,” he flashes his dirty red teeth at me.
I see red at the mention of my baby. I might be weak, but I will protect this baby in me with everything I am worth, starting by clearing this man from my view because he is a potential threat to us.
Paolo leans forward and that is the cue I have to use the vase on his head, with every strength I am worth.