Chapter 2 2

"I asked you first, Carina, and take your advice; don't give me that attitude," he fumed, his voice rough with dominance. Did he just speak Italian to me?

Italian mob.

But he still looked too young.

"I can't help it, it's a part of my personality," I mumbled sarcastically. He gave me a hard look, but before he could respond, someone grabbed my hair from behind me. Shit.

I quickly elbowed them, and they let go. I turned around and punched them in the face, realizing it was the guard I had seen earlier. I looked down for my gun, quickly figuring out that I had dropped it.

"Hey," a husky voice called from behind me. I turned, and the hot guy threw my gun at me. I caught it in one hand without flinching.

Quickly, I turned my attention back to the guard. I grabbed him and swung him in front of me, using him as a shield while gunshots got fired at me. I pointed my gun up the stairs and took out five more guys.

I threw him to the ground, blood coming from everywhere and dripping onto me, running my perfectly good dress and dripping onto my heels.

I quickly ran behind a table, taking cover and looking to see how many men were left after my brief distraction.

They were shooting from everywhere. God, this was supposed to be easy. I listened to how many guns were firing, trying to get an idea of how many men were still here, and from what I could tell there were only eight left.

I checked my gun to see how many bullets I had and counted two, cursing under my breath. I started thinking about how to make the best use of the bullets I had left, but quickly remembered I still had my blades. I stood up and shot two guys from above, throwing the empty gun to the ground. I pulled my blades out and threw them at two more guys from down here. It hit each of their chests, and they fell, blood coming out of their mouths.

Four men down. Four more to go.

The gunshots stopped, and I heard curse words from the men that were shooting.

Dumbasses shouldn't have been shooting so much and missing.

One of the guys lunged at me, but I moved out of the way, blocking every punch before knocking him off his feet.

I stepped on his throat, cutting off his air supply with my stiletto, and he struggled to breathe. He tried to take my heel off with his hands, but my hold was too strong. Another man tried to come after me, but I dove under and caught his wrist, turning his arm as he screamed in pain.

I kicked him in the stomach with my other heel, making him stumble back before I glanced down and saw the guy stop fighting and go still.

Five, six. Two left.

I looked up to see another guy running towards me. I ran towards him too and jumped onto one of the tables, using it as support as I lunged myself around his neck with my legs across his shoulders.

I used my hands and pressed on his pressure points, making him stumble on his feet. My back hit a wall, and he tried to fight me off of him, but he was starting to lose consciousness and struggled to breathe. His eyes rolled back, and he went limp before hitting the ground. I flipped over, grabbed a blade, and threw it at another guy who was running towards me before I even hit the ground, watching as it landed right in his chest.

Seven, eight.

I wiped away the blood on my cheek, looking up at the guys from the bar as they stared back at me. If they were my enemies, they would've killed me already, so I didn't worry about that. I was just pissed that they didn't help me.

Fucking assholes.

I started walking towards the front to leave since I already knew the damn truck was gone. Fuck.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of another way I could locate him. I knew that I could, but I was just so damn close this time.

He took everything from me, and I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain that I felt when he ripped my life into shreds. It took me this long to finally gain the courage to end his life, and I was going to make sure he hurt.

I felt a tight grip on my wrist, pulling me back. I looked up and glared at the asshole as I pulled back roughly.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked again.

"Fuck off," I fumed and tried to walk away again, but he grabbed me once more. I took a deep, calming breath.

"Grab me one more time and I'll slit your throat."

"I'd love to see you try," he glowered back and I grew more pissed. I tried to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist again. So I tried to knee him, but he grabbed the back of my thigh, his rough touch sending a thousand shocks of light through my body.

I tried to use my other leg to trip him, but he flipped me before I could. I was suddenly falling to the ground and on my back. Everything happened fast and when I landed, I grew dizzy. He had his leg wrapped around mine so I couldn't get up and he had my hands held together.

What the actual fucking hell?

I stared at him, annoyed and confused that he knew this much. I narrowed my gaze, trying to wrap my head around this, but my mind went blank and the only thing I could think to say to him was, "fucking asshole."

I tried to flip us around, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me down. He was strong and easily dominated me, running his hand down my thigh until he reached my strap with my blades and took one out, running it back up my body and between my boobs until he reached my chin and lifted it slightly.

"I'm going to ask you again. Who. the fuck. Are. You?" He asked slowly. His voice radiated power, but I didn't care. I'd dealt with powerful men before.

"Fuck. off."

His eyes darkened, and that look should've scared me, but I didn't give two fucks. "You're someone important if you have the whole Russian mafia behind your back," he said in a surprisingly calm tone. He traced the blade down my neck, making me shiver slightly from the cold touch. One bad move of mine, and he could kill me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Russian struggling to get to his feet. He made very little noise as he tried to grab his gun from beside him. Before he could do anything else, I quickly released my hand and grabbed the blade from the mystery man's hand, keeping my eyes on him as I threw the knife effortlessly across the room straight into the guy's head, making him fall back to the ground.

I nicked him on his bottom lip when I threw the blade, and blood started to peek through. He took his eyes off me and glanced at the guy I just killed before looking back at me, narrowing his eyes.

"Where'd you learn how to do that?" he asked suddenly, but his facial expression showed he didn't want to say that. He probably wanted to strangle me instead for being stubborn and not telling him who I was and where I got my experience from.

I took my thumb and wiped the little blood from his lip. His brown eyes darkened, and he stared at me, his eyes reflecting something close to desire and anger.

What the fuck was I supposed to say? I'm Anabelle Alfonso, daughter of Lorenzo Alfonso, aka the don of the Spanish mafia. I was technically supposed to be dead, but we don't talk about that.

If I told him that, I'd most likely be taking my last breath at any moment. I managed to get my leg out from under him, and I pushed myself up, making him fall off me and stand quickly, but he was just as quick and stood in front of me, making me bump into him. The proximity made his masculine scent fill my nose, and I wanted to drown in the smell.