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Chapter four

Author: Angel writ3es
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-05-07 17:15:43

With a long deep breath, sunny jolted up from her sleep, her head spun because of the rush and the unfamiliar room did not help, nor did the unfamiliar voices coming from outside the room help to stop her thudding heart, her eyes scanned the dark blue walls of the room, the big bed which she laid on was placed at the centre of the room, a big dressing mirror and what looks like a walk-in closet.

Her eyes landed on the door, and she bolted for it. As she was about to grasp the handle, a passerby’s footsteps resonated in the distance. silence

With a gradual twist, she prayed in silence for the door to yield. Closing her eyes, she swiftly swung it open upon hearing the small click. A broad smile formed on her face as she cautiously stuck her head outside, scanning for any sign of others.

When she saw that the coast was clear, she immediately ran out, looking back, sideways hoping the heavens would help her. She could see the front door, freedom, she could smell it,

But then ...

“She’s awake” her feet halted midway to the door, and her eyes grew wide. As she turned towards the voice, she was met with the sight of three sets of eyes fixed on her.

The man from her hospital who is the boss, the guy she saved, and a red-haired lady. All three of them were seated in the living room.

Her breaths caught in her throat, her palms sweaty. In an attempt to open it, she ran towards the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She turned to them, but they remained with a calm expression. She walked to the windows, but that was bolted shut as well.. she tried the door again.

She turned to them

“Are you done?” he asked. The boss asked, a cigar lit in between his fingers.

She looked around, the chairs the dining table behind her, the kitchen counter and that’s when she saw it, her eyes did a double take at it before looking at the three faces, they stood up and walked towards her but she was faster; she grabbed the gun off the counter and pointed at them, stopping them in their tracks.

“Drop the gun Tesoro” the boss replied, but with shaky hands, she kept it pointed at them ("drop the gun darling")

“Santo, she’s not gonna listen,” the boy she saved said

Santo, huh, so that’s his name

She thought

“Like hell I’m gonna listen,” she said, her eyes flicking to all of them

“Do you even know how to use that little girl” Santo said, and she smiled before raising it up to the ceiling and firing once and quickly brought it back to them. Santo’s eyes widen in surprise.

“I’m not as naïve as I look,” Sunny said, and as if on cue, about twenty men rushed into the living room, all pointing a gun at her. She waved the gun at them before bringing it back to Santo.

“spara e ti taglierò tutte le fottute gole “She heard him bark at the men (Shoot and I’ll slit all your fucking throat)

“I know you're scared..” the red-haired lady said, stepping close

“Stay back!” She yelled.

“Rosa,” the guy she saved drew the red-haired lady back

“Don’t play with fire sunny...so what?, you shoot me? You think these men would let you leave here alive?” Santo said, and she looked at the men..

“That’s a chance in willing to take” with shaky hands she kept the gun on him

“Sunny..” Santo stepped close

“I .said stay back..!” she yelled and before she knew it

She pulled the trigger

and then silence.

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