18• Micah.

"Why the hell would we need to do that? Is it because of Ginevra?" I demanded. "Or you wanna hide the fact that Sullivan is a don?" I scorned.

"Let's fucking get out of here first."

"Oh! Fuck you. Like I'm gonna go with your cheap asshole." I glared at her as I stood up and walked toward Ginevra who noticed me walking in her direction.

"Huh... What are you doing here? Micah?" Ginevra questioned surprised to see me.

"I came out for a breath." I smiled at her.

"And... My brother?"

"You don't have to worry about him, he's okay and I asked for his permission before coming out for a drink." I smiled again glancing at Rosa who was walking out of the club talking to someone on the phone.

"Who's she?" Ginevra's boyfriend asked and I glanced at him with a warm smile.

His facial expression suddenly turned seductively at me and I bet my charm never ceases to amaze many men. "Hi," I asked for a handshake. "I'm Micah. Ginevra brother's PA." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Elvis." He shook hands with me, his thumb gently massaging the back of my hand and I winked at him before loosening the shake.

"Can I join you, if you don't mind," I asked already taking a seat.

"Oh please," Elvis replied, ordering a waiter to bring another cup to our table.

"You shouldn't drink you know that." There comes Gin with her command.

"One cup will do." I feigned a smile. "Besides---" I was yet to complete my words when a bullet subcutaneously hit Elvis's shoulder and there were screams when he began bleeding with me looking terrified.

"Get her!" Was the next thing I heard and the bar turned into a battleground with people who dressed like gangsters fighting another gangster.

Ginevra rushed to Elvis who was still bleeding from his shoulder, she was already looking teary while I tried to wrap up what just happened.

The fact that Elvis was shot and strange men had been spying on Ginevra, then the 'get her command was probably meant for Gin.

"We've gotta get out of here. I think they want to abduct you." I shouted in a hurry due to the roars of the gangsters fighting but Gin wasn't even paying attention as she was too concentrated, kneeling and caring for her wounded boyfriend who lay in pain on the floor. "Gin!" I shouted again.

"Help me, let's get him out of here too," Gin begged tearfully and I bit my lower lip scanning my eyes around the bar.

Things were already shattered in the bar, aside from the fighting warriors, me with Gin and her boyfriend, there was no one left in the bar.

"Fuck Gin, Elvis is gonna be---" I couldn't complete my word after a guy pulled Ginevra's hand and I quickly stood up, folding my gown to my thigh and kicking the motherfucker's cheeks sure enough that he will never recover from the kick as it had him falling flat on his back and groaning.

Another guy marched forward to me with a raised fist. Glancing around I quickly took a piece of glass from the floor, and when he got closer to punching me, I stabbed his neck abandoning the glass in it.

I grabbed Ginevra's hand at once and rushed her out of the bar, even though she was refusing I didn't care and I continued to force her out of the bar, still hearing the men shouting and hitting themselves.

As we got out of the bar, I glanced at Gin who was still shedding love-like tears for her boyfriend who must still be suffering in pain. Well, it was just a shot in the arm, he would be fine.

"Please let's go back and save Elvis," Gin begged me, but I would rather put my life on the line than try to save someone, and not even a guy!

"The police would soon get here," I say hoping that Sicily has some police department that arrests nuisance like the guys fighting in the bar just as in New York where police would have arrived and packed the gangsters, and everywhere would have eased but here, no police are coming, in short, the people who had run outside were all aligned outside the bar as if waiting for the fight to stop. Seems like they are used to it.

"I hope he will be fine." Gin brought back my attention to her and I speculated how much love they both have for each other... Love! I laughed internally at the word remembering Ricky always using this word to try to hold down Friday who was just as unfortunate as me. And even if Gin has this so-called feeling for Elvis, I'm sure he does not.

He almost had a flirt with me. "He will surely be fine," I say even though I am not good at sympathizing with someone or I haven't before.

I was still holding Gin while her crying gaze was focused on the bar and I began pondering about how we were going to get home since I hadn't seen Rosa ever since I walked to Gin.

I walked away from outside the bar still dragging Gin who might run off away from hold.

I stopped at the roadside looking around as though I could stop a cab and even if I do, do I know the mansion's address? Gin here might take forever to talk. And why is she still sulking as if it was her first day witnessing someone being shot when she's in Sicily? Home of mafias, Adam would say.

I was still looking around when I saw Rosa who was on a call and at the same time looking around as if searching for us. "Ciao! Rosa!" I called with an Italian accent that must have sounded horrible while Rosa glanced in our direction...

She ended the call and strode over to us. Luckily, Gin stopped crying and was only sniffing while the noise coming from the gangsters who were fighting in the bar seemed to have lessened.

"Are you okay?" Rosa asked gazing around Gin to see if she was hurt Gin would have questioned why Rosa was there at that time when she was supposed to be in the mansion but her emotional state didn't make her talk.

"Come, let's get you home," Rosa said holding Gin and walking us to the car which she had driven with me and Sullivan at the backseat.

But where is Sullivan? Isn't he coming along? Or where the fuck is he! I would have loved to question Rosa whom I've seen with some armed men but I had lied to Gin her brother was sleeping and if I asked that question, she might seriously ask me what I meant while forgetting that her Elvis of a guy must still be in pain.