Mafia Love

Chapter 28

Grace

I clutch the cut on my leg, which has reopened, as I'm being pushed to the ground. My hair starts to unravel from my bun. On the ground I see Maria laying next to me, her coffee colored eyes peering into my soul down to my heart as crimson liquid pools out of her stomach. I choke back a sob as she takes her last breath; her eyes remain open still staring at me lifelesy. My ears stilling ringing from the splitting sound of someone's life being shot into the air right at them.

I turn my body away from her; I couldn't bare to look at her anymore. I'm suddenly pulled off the ground by my hair, screaming at the man who stabbed Maria and pinned against the wall next to the stove.

"Look at her!" He grabs my neck turning my head so I see her turning cold, lifeless body on the ground. "If you had cooperated, I might have considered sparing her life."

I knee him in his crown jewels causing him to release my neck. I grab the knife on the kitchen counter and point it at him.

"You're going to regret that, bitch." He reaches behind him pulling out his gun from his waistband. "Now you're going to be a good, little girl and come with me."

"You won't shoot me," I tell him. "N-not if you need me alive." My hands won't stop shaking causing the knife to not remain steady.

"True. I would like my reward, but that doesn't stop me from wounding you." He cocks his gun and I instantly react.

I throw the knife hitting his shoulder and drop to the floor just as the gun goes off. I crouch hugging my legs afraid to look around the counter until I hear a scream come from the man's mouth.

I pick my myself up off the floor clutching an extra knife that had fallen off the counter. I move out from behind the counter standing up all the way ready to fight when I see at least ten men pointing their guns into the kitchen.

My eyes shift to the floor finding Antonio's unconscious body laying there with blood pooling out of his leg. His gun never went off.

I hear the sound of a gun cock and my head automatically turns. I raise the knife with every intention of throwing the damn thing.

"Unless you want your face cut in two, I suggest you stand the fuck down!" I scream at them.

"It's ten against one, sweet." One of them mutters.

You'd be surprised if you knew my past, mother fucker.

"I'd listen to her if I were you."

I know that voice. Two figures push through the crowd of men coming into view. There they were, those two ocean, blue eyes festering into my own hazel ones.

"Drop the knife, Grace." His voice was calm and collected, but I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was pissed the fuck off.

No. I can't. What if he knows? I can't let my guard down. If Antonio knew, what was stopping him from telling Alessio?

"N-no."

Alessio takes a step forward keeping Lorenzo behind him.

"I won't say it again, Grace." His tone was threatening, and if I'm being honest, it frightened me.

I glance over at Antonio; he was weak and defenseless now but not dead. I couldn't risk him spilling my parlous secret practically signing my death note for me. A sinking feeling gathers in my gut as I thought about what I had to do. Before I even get a chance to make my way over to him, Alessio's voice rings in my ear.

"Grace! I fucking said drop the fucking knife, or so help me I promise you will regret your actions."

Tears pool in my eyes, but I don't let them fall. My hand loosens it's hold on the knife allowing it to slip from my grip completely. Sounding like shattered glass as it collides with the tiled floor.

I break down completely. I get on my knees, look away from the knife, and put my hands up in surrender expecting to be apprehend.

I hear the sound of single foot steps as they inch closer to me. I shut my eyes tightly as my lip quivers from holding in tears. The door steps stop right in front of me. I feel a rough hand move my arms down to my sides then slide under my chin gripping it gently and raising it up. My eyes remain shut.

"Open your eyes, Grace." The voice softly makes its way to my ears.

My eyes remain tightly shut.

I don't hear anything from the voice except a sigh, then I feel their minty breath so close to my mouth, almost touching my lips. Then it happened, the soft touch of his lips closing the gap between us.

The warm feeling I got from that single act of affection. It was enough. I opened my eyes to be met with his. That glistening shade of blue that will never leave my mind.

He turns towards his men then glances at Antonio. "You know what to do. Get this fucker out of my sight, I'll deal with him personally when I'm ready."

Once the room is cleared and they drag Antonio away now awake kicking and screaming, Alessio then dismisses Lorenzo telling him to make sure Antonio suffers until he gets there.

With Lorenzo gone, Alessio then turns back to me. His hand still gently gripped under my chin, and my eyes still locked with his.

My face plays no expression, nor does his. All he does is stand up, lifting me up in the process, and speaks the words no person ever wants to hear from another.

"We need to have a talk."
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As the door shuts and locks behind us in his study, my palms begin to sweat and chills run all the way through my body.

Alessio goes behind his desk and sits in his leather chair. A powerful man in a powerful state of what seems like dominance over myself right now. This is the one time when I didn't feel truly powerful, unlike he did.

I watch as he starts digging through his desk looking for something while I just stand there oddly looking at the floor.

I hear him set something on his desk: a laptop. He opens it and turns the screen to face me. What's on it shocks me right down to my core. My face remains blank, but on the laptop I see my brother's information, along with my mother's and my father's. All Sanchez's.

However, I was no Sanchez. At least not for the last five years I haven't been.

He doesn't say anything; he just motions to one of the chairs in front of the desk. I take a deep breath as I sit down in the all too comfortable chair for this situation.

Alessio places his hands on top of the desk and slides the laptop towards me.

"Now, il mio custode segreto," his voice was now rough, no longer sweet, as the Italian words rolled right off his tongue. "Tell me," he leans back in his chair, "who are these people to you?"
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