Emilia

03: Emilia

-Emilia-

The loud noise of the gunshot that was just fired in the apartment made my stomach churn with worry. My mind was racing and so was my heart beat. I silently got up from the bed and I pulled on my underwear that was still laying down on the middle of the bedroom floor.

As crazy as it sounds, I wished that Ryan were with me in the bedroom to protect me and keep me safe. Even though he's the one that hurts me the most, right now I feared something more than him and it was dying. In my head, the only thing that I kept thinking about was what if Ryan was dead. What if he was the one that got shot? What if they're coming after me next?

I slowly cracked the door open and I peaked through the small slit between the door frame and the door. I could see three men standing outside and Ryan was standing in front of them very much alive. I felt relief flood through me. They were continuing to talk and I listened in on their conversation.

"Do you have the fucking money or not?" One of the men with a thick Italian accent asked Ryan as he pointed at him with the gun.

"Shit man, I don't have it right now but I'll get it soon!" Ryan yelled frustratedly as he ran his hand through his hair. What money were they talking about and why were they here?

"The boss is a very impatient man and when he becomes impatient..." Another guy with an Italian accent said as he took his thumb and pretended to slice his throat. My eyes widened and I felt a cold sweat go through my body.

"I-I only have two hundred right now but I'll get the rest, I swear!" Ryan yelled with desperation and the men just chuckled at him. One of the men who was dripped with tattoos laughed and then punched him across the face until he was down on the ground. He proceeded to kick him and Ryan fell backwards. I gasped and my eyes widened with fear.

He spit blood into the carpet and his eyes looked over at the bedroom. Our eyes connected for a split second but I'm sure that he couldn't see me through the tiny crack in the door. I was shaking tremendously and I watched as the man with the gun aimed it at Ryan's skull.

"Two hundred doesn't make up for the fifty thousand." He said angrily as he cocked the gun and my eyes widened. Ryan was going to die. He may be a bad person but he doesn't deserve to die.

I didn't even realize it but I had swung open the door and I ran outside into the living room. They all turned to look at me and my heart started beating fast.

"P-please d-don't...don't kill him.." I said and they all just cocked their heads to the side as they looked me up and down. Ryan looked up at me like I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

"You idiot.." Ryan mumbled under his breath but it was loud enough for me to hear. I bit my trembling lip and I tapped my fingers together nervously.

The man with the gun chuckled deeply and he lowered his gun from Ryan's head. I sighed with relief and he walked towards me and put the gun under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him.

"What's your name, bella?" He asked me, cracking an mischievous grin on his lips. My breathing was shaky as it escaped my nostrils and I felt my throat tighten up. [translation: beautiful]

"Emmm..." I struggled to get out. I couldn't say my name even though I was thinking about it. "Emm.." I tried again but it was fucking useless.