Warning - Language and Mature Themes

I braced myself. I felt the heavy weight of metal being laid into my hands, which were still hidden behind the pole.

The familiar voice whispered in my ear, "3."

I took a deep breath in.

"2."

I looked at Hank's smirk.

"1."

I smirked back.

"Now."

I raised my leg to kick the gun out of Hank's hand. It flew out of his hand and he winced to grab his injured fingers. Taking the gun into my own hands, I leapt and threw myself on top of him. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I held his body in place.

He struggled until he felt the cool metal of the tip of my gun on his temple. Sweat dripped from his head.

His other henchman went to make a move towards me.

I stared him down, unblinking. "Come any closer and I blow his and your fucking brains out."

Moretti began to come to, lifting his head to see me. I saw his shoulders visibly relax as he laid his eyes on my freed form.

Santiago quickly saw to taking down the remaining henchman. He came from behind, wrapping his arms around his neck. The man flailed around in Santiago's thick arms, struggling to find oxygen. Yet, Santiago didn't let up till the man fell asleep in his arms.

Goody!

Once the henchman was taken care of, Santiago moved to help Moretti up, sitting him up against the wall. Moretti, who obviously had been drugged, began to finally realize what all was going on.

Santiago asked, "Are you okay, Brother?" He patted Moretti's back.

Moretti nodded slowly and the left side of his mouth crooked up into a half smile as he looked at me. "I am, now."

I gave him a half smile back. We did it.

Turning my attention back on what was important right now, I leaned into Hank's ear, "I'm not done with you, Bitch." He shivered underneath my touch, knowing this was the end for him. I couldn't help but laugh heartily at his struggling.

I knew what I had to do.

I heard the gasps and yells of the crowd above as they saw me attack Hank. And I wasn't done with them yet, either. I wasn't very good at letting go of grudges, unfortunately for them.

I kicked Hank one time, moving his limp body to the center of the room where Moretti had shortly been stood before. Where these "people" had come to watch him die.

I smiled as I announced to the crowd. "You sickos came here to see an execution, am I right?" I looked around to gauge their reactions. The glass was difficult to see through, but the tension filled the entire room.

I stared into the dark glass, trying to keep eye contact with all of those on the other side. I wanted them to remember my face.

"Well you're gonna fucking get one." I pressed the gun to Hank's temple once again as he sputtered and cried.

"I don't think so, Dear," A smooth, Italian voice spoke. However I was not familiar with this voice. I turned away from the crowd to see whom it belonged to, still holding Hank tightly in place.

A tall, tanned woman stood in the doorway to the room. Dark haired, light eyed, and holding a gun to Santiago's head with no hesitation.

He was turned around from her, staring at the ground. Yet, he looked as if he recognized the voice.

His eyebrows knitted together, his expression pained. He spoke, his voice coming out gravely and hurt.

"Natalia?"

a/n: IT HAS BEEN A WHILE IM SORRY

I had to finish up my exams and such for my classes, I hope you understand. I know this is a short chapter, but I plan on updating the next one sooner than I did this chapter lol.

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