Gunshots

Chapter 33

Octavia

I stilled as I heard the sounds of gunshots.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Bennett raked his hand through his hair and glared at me.

"What? I didn't bring them with me." I glared back at him and he let out a growl.

A man walked to us and gave Bennett a bow.

"It's the Cornneli, I think they are here for the boy." He said, and Bennett nodded, muttering something in Italian before he turned to me and grabbed my arm.

"What?"

"Come with me. It's dangerous here. I think someone is moling on me." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not moling on you Bennett. The best sentence is 'i think there's a mole here.' I said, and he scoffed, grabbing me roughly again and I winced.

"Where are you taking me then?"

"For someone who might get likely shot to the head. You're not afraid I see." He said, and i shrugged.

"Why should I? When you're right here." I said, and he said nothing.

He scoffed few minutes later as we pulled over to a very long hallway.

"Don't think for one second, I would hes