by Ingrid Walsh
- I wanted to be an engineer. - pushes the gun harder, hurting my head. - and you get the fuck! - his voice is full of so much hatred and spite. - not only out of the streets, no, you turned a fucking prince! I could not handle it. Because you? - his voice trembles with rage.
- why not me? It should have been me! What the hell the King couple saw in you? My Holy Mother of Christ! He was already jealous as a teenager. I see that the years have turned it into a fucking psycho! What are you saying does not make any sense. - It was not my fault. It was only a child. - I defend myself. - You were supposed to have died long ago. We knew went to her school rich kid soon after it was adopted? - I hear nothing, just waiting for the right time to act. - yes, we were going to cover strokes to not be breathing more, your stinky bug! You trash the streets! I should never have come out of there! Never fucking. - the more he talks, the more digging the gun in my head. I feel my scalp getting sticky, viscous liquid dripping down my neck that is causing the wound. - but his new dad did not let us catch her prince shit. He ambushed us and shoved all in a bloody workhouse! Younger both died from catching, but I ... - her laugh is full of darkness. - I Survived. My hatred of you gave me strength to endure everything. I swore I would catch him when he came out, but I soon be arrested again. This time a fucking prison and met the old Turner. He made me understand that it was necessary to plan rather than acting on impulse. I gave money, lots of money and I prepared for you. I won too, you bastard fuck! I won! I'm so or richer than you! I close my teeth, fighting the urge to say it will never be like me. It is a villain of the worst kind. A nasty dealer women. A cold killer. - I do what you want, but please, release Ella. - my voice failed, unable to pass the false calm as before. - it has nothing to do with our story. - look at it in the eye and make my proposal: - release it and can do what you want with me, I do not care. Just let it live. - snort choppy. - let her live, I'm begging. - No! Do not do it, Mike! No, amore mio ... - Ella cries desperately. - do not you dare touch me, you fucking monster! - Jump green eyes flashing to the unfortunate. that you're delusional if you think you will leave with your own legs here! I'll spit on his corpse, his son una puttana! Buster growls. - Let's see how this is a pretty face with a bullet hole in the forehead, damn it! - it range and removes the muzzle of my head and I see in slow motion the barrel close passing in my ear. Oh God! He will shoot Ella! My blood erupts, absolute dread guiding me and I knock on your wrist, raising it, holding it in the air at the same time my body turns nimbly, facing to the bad guy. With an animalistic growl I take a head on his nose. Bone breaking crack is music to my ears. - I'll cut you down, you damned! - scream, pushing him to press it against the nearby wall. A punch comes flying in my left eye. I see stars, pain radiating the entire face. - Cum! - growl enraged and give him a powerful punch in the gut as well as keep his hand attached to the wall with the gun. Blinded by rage, I lift the leg unleashing a knee on his abdomen. So our hands free to fly the necks of each other and roar with two beasts feuding. - Mike! Someone help here! Per favore! - Ella cries sobbing. - help! - Did you know that bitch ate ad nauseam here in this bed? She is so bitch that came every time we tore their holes ... disgust me Chills take completely to hear him say that. - He's lying, amore mio! - Ella rebate. - that damn never touched me! I wanted so badly to believe that, but it's probably just denying to calm down. I'll never forgive myself for having it played into the hands of that psycho. Everything was my fault. It hurt to my girl on my fucking fault. Heartbroken, I released her neck and hold your face, knocking his head against the wall with tremendous force. I want to smash your skull! - You could have done some shit with me! - I cry blind hatred. - but no, you were behind the person I love most in this world! You will pay for all the evil he has done to her!
- growl and knock his fist gun on the wall. The gun fell to the ground, then take your hand, forcing his fingers in the opposite direction. He grunts when two horrendously break, the sound making me satisfied growling like an animal. - You can do whatever you want, but nothing will erase the fact that I fucked your precious princess, your stinky bastard! - fight back, managing to take me two punch with his good hand. I roar, out of me. I will kill him punching as he had planned to do to me years ago. Ella is crying all the time for help. The hit repeatedly in the face, abdomen. Dou knee potent in their gut. I am much stronger, faster and more trained than him now. Then the light comes on suddenly and I blink me trying to adjust to the strong light. The knee in my balls, makes me regret the moment of distraction. Cum! I grit my teeth and my double, almost falling. I look at the room quickly looking for my gun. The unfortunate comes to her crawling, limping, kicking it away. Taking your reverts to me hostage. Fuck! - Well, it might be a good time to let you know that precisely shoot with both hands. - he sneers, but his face is twisted with pain from the beating he gave you. - No! Do not kill him, Tony! - the familiar voice makes me look at the door. It was she who called the switch Elise / Luciane. For the first time I can look at it. Really look at the crazy bitch. She is also stripped of its mask of sweet and submissive girl. His handsome face is twisted, glassy eyes, showing an unbalanced person. Come closer. It is holding a knife. - Please, brother, let me have it. We may use the amnesia drugs and not remember anything soon. Christ, no! - He can join us in America. We can be ... Tony snorts. His face is all bruised, runny nose blood. I growl frustrated by the arrival of crazy sister. He was mastered, fuck. - Mike has to die, Luce. - spits sister. - I do not care about your ridiculous passion for this street trash! - No! He did not have to die. - she retorts, facing it and start to get ready to act again. - let me use the drugs in it. Fuck no! I want to shout to the dog, but I remain silent just watching his conflict of interest. It seems that the crazy like me. Maybe this will give me an advantage, ponder. - If someone has to die is the fucking princess! - she roars, pointing the knife to bed. I growl and ice to get his attention back to me. - You can use any drug you want me shit. But ... - I force myself to take control back. - Ella release. Untie it and will do whatever they want. She stares at me, his eyes momentarily hurt, then a frightening expression spreads across his face. - Stop defending bitch, fuck! - gnashes his teeth. - I did everything right. I was the best sub ever had my Master, I know. She turned her head, my lord, so we must die. Oh, Christ! No! - Please, Elise, listen to me. - use a calm tone because it is unstable, it is clear in the tension emanating from his body. How the hell never noticed anything abnormal in their behavior? Recrimino me. Any wrong word from me, she can move forward with this knife to my girl.
- You are right to say that was my best sub. - decide to go the line of flattery, praying that Ella keep quiet and understand my game. I hear her gasp of disgust in bed. Forgive me, baby. I ask quietly. The Elise's face changes, lighting. - He's lying, sister! Deceiving her. Do not be dumb fuck! - Tony thunders. I do not look, I'm risking getting shot, but focus my attention on Elise. - Yes, dear. - every dip in the scenario that can save at least the life of my doll. - a perfect submissive, beautiful, always fulfilling all my wishes. - she smiles and for a moment I see the girl who took care of me when Tony beat me. It's just a glimpse, however. That girl was lost long ago, and my heart shakes a bit with the order she had. The brother has corrupted completely instead of taking care of it. - always so sweet to me. Do you remember when we were little, Luciane? - I can see that I am coming to her for her attitude starting to relax. - You wanted to be a veterinarian to take care of abandoned dogs. His face is full of nostalgia, then twists then. - Tony would not let me do Veterinary. I did business administration at your place to help you manage the business. - he says and looks at his brother with a resentful expression. - Damn you! Stop confusing my sister! - Tony is an ugly sound growl and points his gun, aiming at my chest. Ella back screaming for help. No more games, you're going straight to hell, damn it! - not have time to think before he shoot once, twice, three times! Holy Mother! A body falls heavily on me. - Luceee! - the voice of the unfortunate is full of horror now, and I look down to see Luciane panting, cli
nging to the lapels of my jacket. Christ! She threw herself in front of me! - no! Luce, no!
- he's screaming, the incredulous eyes while her sister chokes and brown eyes close. That tightness in my chest intensified. What fucking fucked up situation! - you, damn! You killed her! - his voice embarga wildly. The place slowly on the ground, my attention now focused on a completely unbalanced Tony. His eyes are glazed, red anger and some pain, I think. Things are way worse, I feel it in my spine. I see a movement in the doorway and look quickly, praying to be a secret agent or federal. The ray of hope is buried when I see two men dressed in black suits. One is grasping a pistol and the other holds two gallons. - I could eviscerate you, damn! - Tony is telling his men, but his eyes never leaving mine, the gun still pointed at me. - too slow and now Luce is dead! - Sorry, boss. - fools babble excuses. - Apologies are not going to bring my sister back. - he growls and with a grim smile coldly commands: - throw gasoline around the bed. What?! Oh my God! - My initial plan when I discovered I had manipulated my cameras and I was here, trying to save his princess, was to kill both of you. - clenches his teeth. - hold it along with your precious girl and ignite them! - over a cold smile he shakes his head. - but after his stupid game that killed my sister, I will change the plans. I'll just kill the princess. - No! Please do not! Kill me! Do what you want with me, but save it, for God's sake! - I cry with despair, turning my head, my eyes colliding with Ella. My girl is choking, shock stamped on his face, before the cruel revelation of our enemy. I advance to bed, not caring at that time whether he will shoot me or not. Feelings violent strike me from head to toe. I need to have her in my arms.
- doll ... - entalo, pulling her clumsily into my arms, being careful not to overload her wrists tied to the headboard. She cries and settles on my lap. - forgive me, forgive me, love ... I could not save her. She shakes her head and big tears go down on their faces. Hill his forehead against mine, breathing ragged. Resignation descends face. It is accepting the end and it kills me. I'm dying of pain. - You are free to go, Mike. - Tony mocked. - your punishment is to live knowing that blew your precious girl! Oh my God! No, please no. Did you come to know you were coming. - Ella whispers, embargando. - but you need to go now, Mike. - No! No, I'm not leaving here! - sob like a child, raw pain tearing my heart for all that we will not get to have. The future being torn cowardly of us. - do not ask me to leave you. Do not ask me that, my love. - Save yourself, amore mio! You do not have to die! - she cries, glassy green eyes of despair and love you feel for me. The same love that in my stupidity, put in doubt. - Live, per favore. Go! Go! I hear the dark movement of murderers around us. I feel the cold jaws of death approaching me, from us as we pour the flammable liquid around and over the bed, dripping on us. - No more life for me, baby. If we can not live together ... - I look at it with love, sorrow and determination within me. - I will die with you. Let's die together. - secure your beautiful face bathed in tears. - close your eyes, doll. - she sighs shakily and do what I say. - imagine we're getting married, not here in this ugly scenario. Can you do that for me, my princess? - she waves and I close my eyes too, the sound of a match being scratched causes tremors and chills on both of us and cling more, anticipating our end. - You are so beautiful walking for me, baby. - my voice is buried with tears. - I will always love you. Together for all eternity, my love. - Together for eternity, mio amato. - whispers with immense pain in his voice and kissed. Our tears, our fears and our dreams mingling unraveling. We accept our death. - Damn, boss, the guy will even die from it! - Fuck! Never seen anything like it! The voices of henchmen denote disbelief. The monster loose a sinister laugh and I feel the heat of the flames. I know that the fire is beginning to devastate everything and will soon reach us. - Well, that's what I call killing two birds with one stone. - Tony mocks. - I won. I always outsmart. - We need to leave now, boss! The helicopter is waiting up there! - one of the men makes speak. - And miss the show? No way, damn it! I want to see them burn until there was nothing left! - the psychopath speaks in a voice that is not human. I feel the flames climbing into bed with her and cringe toward the headboard. Not open my eyes. I can see the destruction around us. burn, your children's p ... Your sentence is cut by a burst of gunfire and then a loud thud bodies fall to the ground. - Cum! Fast fast! Go to them! - is the desperate voice of Dam Then the sound of a punch and the angry threat: -. Will regret having messed with my family! I will flay you alive, infelice! Tremors back to pass in our bodies together, now pure joy. Help arrived. Oh God! Thank you! Thank you. I open my eyes and more than quickly, pull the sheets on fire out of bed, the mattress is also on fire. Cum! Cum! - Oh, average Dio! - Ella cringes at the head, while I pull my jacket and knock, smothering the flames already licking their feet. I hear sounds of fighting. I want to turn around and pick up the fucking psychopath, but I have to take care of my first child. Soon, are many agents within the room. I hear the voice of Falconi command, then someone is using a fire extinguisher and the flames are finally controlled. Breathe relieved. My body still shaking, adrenaline rushing. Jesus Christ. We were so close to the end. - Search him, we need the keys to free the princess! - Falconi range heading towards the Dam I look at Ella, our eyes connecting.. We are filthy, covered in soot and spatter foam expelled from the extinguisher. He was going to burn us alive. Correction, he wanted to burn my beautiful girl alive just to hurt me. Hot tears spring to my eyes. I grab a gun from one of the agents and he flinches. Destravo her and Ella's face changes, understanding falling across his features. - Forgive me, but I can not let him breathe after that. You never feel that kind of fear, doll. Never. growl and turn before you can try to stop me. Agents begin to murmur and exclaim incredulous about what I'm about to do. Driven by pure and fierce pain for all this pile of shit made Ella, I push the agents of my way and stop when I get to it. Dam is mounted on his torso, punching his face repeatedly while Falconi and Harry try to pull him off the damned. I hope they manage to patiently control my cousin and then clothe the unfortunate to find the key to the handcuffs. - hold it. - low growl. - let's go! Hold your fucking arms! I want him to feel the same fear that Ella felt, when we think we were going to die burned! The unfortunate makes an ugly sound, his face is unrecognizable, but I want more! - There is no honor in that, Mike Prince. - Falconi looks at me seriously. - it is something that you can not undo. Think, my lord. - He does not know what is honor. Why would grant you this now? - I cry in front of them, completely upset, shaken. - There is honor in killing a living girl just to hurt someone else? Me answer, agent! Falconi clenches his jaw and lowers his head, not answers. Dam snarls, gnashing their teeth, wanting to skinning the damned, as promised. Then he released a series of words in Italian and endorse the concern of Falconi.
- The agent's right, cousin. Not worth it. Let's do it differently this time, I promise you that this monster will be monitored day and night wherever he goes. History will not repeat itself. - Listen to them, mio principi, per favore. - Ella's soft voice makes me turn my head toward her, now free, one of the agents checking their pulses. The beautiful green eyes smile at me. Clear, fear was gone. Even all dirty and a little thinner, is the most perfect thing my eyes have ever seen. - Do not mess your hands. Let the authorities deal with it, amore mio. - Doll ... - my shoulders fall, the tension of that terrifying night weighing on me. - Si, handed the gun. - asks softly. - get out of here with the same dignity with which entered. I'm so caught up in the softness of his expression that I am completely taken by surprise by the explosion, and then the pain in my arm. Cum! I turn around and do not tell the story, I'll shoot in the unfortunate on the floor. The bullet pierces his stomach. He still tries to shoot me again, but is restrained by Dam and Falconi, who are now like two rabid dogs. They pull their arms abruptly, immobilizing him as he had asked to do before. Forward and push my boot down on his neck. I spent the rationality of the point at that time. - You lived without honor, will die without honor, motherfucker! - I growl down, clutching his neck. He is fighting for air, eyes cold before now te
rrified. Without remorse, raise the gun and point to his forehead. - go to hell! - I pull the trigger. Antonella Dio mio! The infelice took advantage of Mike distraction to attack again. Even on the ground, apparently broken, he stole the gun attached to the leg of one of the agents around and fired. I jump out of bed, feeling a little dizzy by the sudden movement after the time that I was stuck. The agent who took my handcuffs, sustains me. Me drag to Mike. He's with his boot in the monster's neck, subduing it completely. Is your order. He asked for it. Then throw in the middle of the forehead bandit, whose head leans back, eyes wide. Madonna mia. It is a very ugly scene. I make the sign of the cross. Dio forgive me, I do not feel sorry. Sorry, but the absolute horror that I underwent hours from the time they got to me that garage give me the right to feel this way. I'm sorry for Mike, though. Mio amato will have to answer for it next to our Creator. - Cum! - Mike exhale and get off of the body, as if from a trance. Put the gun down, his shoulders shaking, he cries. Adrenaline is downloading, I guess. I approach and retreat the gun from his hand, handing it to Dam. You did what you had to do. - I assure you, holding her all dirty face. He lifts his head, black eyes staring at me so much love and my own eyes swimming in tears. Her left eye is swollen, the brow bleeding a little. - ended. Take me home, amore mio. He sighs heavily and wraps his arms around me. A low moan is heard. - One woman is still alive! - an agent yells and I look quickly toward the door. complete relief takes me to see that is Vivian. She is leaning against the wall. A sea of blood around him. The Falconi agent runs there. He is also paramedic, can help her. I pray silently for Dio not let her die. Vivian saved me from a far worse fate. I was supposed to have been raped by monster, but was cunning and did not let him fulfill his purpose. I promised him I would help her find her sister and want you to be alive to see it. - Grazie a Dio. - Thank God. Mike and I exhale a breath. Falcone is Vivian raising the arms and running out, followed by one of the agents. He is screaming that there is a helicopter Secret Service with the need to give him help until it gets to the hospital. A shiver runs through me at the thought that it was prepared to help me. Contrary to the evil plan of infelice, I'm leaving the place on my own legs. - Sorella ... - a voice choked with Dam brings fresh tears to my eyes. - Fratello mio ... - I jump into his arms and he holds me, his body shaking, keeping me close. I cry on his chest. I was so afraid of never seeing any of them. - Perdonami for taking so long, dearest. - whispers, kissing my hair. You came at the right time, dear mio. - I whisper back. - Highnesses, take the princess home. - one of the agents guides. - we take care of everything else here. We will assist federal lead the girls found the nearest hospital, and then back to their families. - Come here, baby. - Mike picks me up in his arms. - Your arm is bleeding. - claim. - It was just a graze, do not worry, love. - mutters and I sigh tired, resting her head on his broad chest. Ended. Grazie a Dio. It carries me out and take the corridor, Harry Dam and the skirting. Devastation greets us. There are bodies lying on the road. I do not see any of our and thank Dio again. It would be bad if one of our officers die because of me. When we stepped in the underground garage and went up the street, the red lights and noise of sirens as ambulances both of the police cars invade our ears. Several insulation cords, behind which the press is screaming and taking our pictures. Harry and two other agents in the escort for an SUV, which I suppose was used by the team. The doors open and my father and uncles jump out. I raise my head, my eyes filling with tears again to find the tense and slimmer face mio papà. - Ella! Piccola mia ... - his voice choked and he comes to us, reaching out, taking me from Mike's arms. My father is still a strong man. - Dio Holy ... - sobs, covering my face with loving kisses. - Papà ... - crying, clinging to him, feeling the paternal smell, the smell of my childhood and always gave me the feeling of protection and infinite love. Soon I feel other hands going over my shoulders and other kisses in my hair. My uncles. - Thank God daughter. - it is the deep voice of my godfather. - Jesus Christ. - Uncle Don talks earnestly.