Dominic's POV

"So, she's the one who I have to get rid of. Seems simple enough." I stare at the girl, who's cluelessly looking at herself in the reflection of my car window.

Of course, she can't see I'm sitting inside, I smirk at myself.

But that amusement quickly turns into rage. I haven't slipped up once in my life, how did I let this bitch live?

I should've killed her the second I realized what she had seen. She could jeopardize everything.

She's quietly talking to herself, but I can't hear anything because of the soundproof vehicle.

The more I stare at her, the more I want to know what's going on in that pretty little mind of hers.

How far do I have to push to completely ruin her? A smug smile appears on my face.

Maybe getting rid of her can wait...

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Inaya's POV

I stare at the gun the man has pushed towards me, blinking out of not being able to process his words.

"Oh! You probably don't know how to use a gun. Let me show you, it's quite fun, actually." He stands behind.

He places the gun in my hand with his hand over mine.

He uses his other hand to place my finger on the trigger, and leans down to my ear, "If you press the trigger, I'll let you live, amore mìo."

I don't give this a second thought.

I slip my hands out of his grip the moment my senses come back to me.

"No!" I drop my shaking hands to my side.

"Did I just hear her deny my offer, Lenny?"

His body presses up against my back, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Lenny stares at me with a look that screams 'you shouldn't have done that'.

"Did I just hear you refuse instructions from Dominic Belcastro?" His voice has an annoyed edge to it.

He grips my hand painfully in his, while making me clutch onto the gun.

The smooth, yet hard, edges of the gun is digging into the palm of my hand, making my hand burn. His grip could easily crush my hand if he puts the slightest more pressure on it.

Tears begin forming in my eyes from the increasingly unbearable stinging of my hand.

"Please, don't... I'm begging you, please don't make me do this." I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"I do love it when women beg to me... but in this case..." A sinister laughs belts out from Dominic. "She's such a silly girl. I don't listen to anyone but myself, amore mìo."

His finger is on mine, while mine is on the trigger. I feel him slowly putting pressure on my finger while I helplessly watch on in horror with no control of this.

He targets Lenny, I can't tell which part of him. There are too many things going through my head for me to be able to focus.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for this, Sir..." I apologize to Lenny over and over again.

This is more than inhumane, this is Hell.

Through my blurred vision, I swear I saw Lenny mouth: it's okay.

Dominic shows no mercy, and puts the final pressure on the trigger making the gunshot go off. But just before he makes he press the trigger, I slightly move his aim, which makes the bullet grace closely by Lenny's arm.

A screech-like sob escapes my lips as Lenny hits the ground with a thud and there are loud, pained groans coming from him.

"Now, when you two fellas are done, I'd like to get home. I've had a long day." Dominic says nonchalantly, as if he didn't just shoot two men.

I drop to the ground, with my shaking hands over my mouth.

I have to make the bleeding stop. I have to make it stop or else they'll die.

I crawl to Lenny, who's only inches away from where I was standing.

"Sir, do you have a first-aid kit, by any chance?" I ask him, hoping he'd point, gesture, or something to let me know.

He nods and stares at the car keys on the ground. "Trunk."

I snatch the keys and jump onto my feet to run to the car trunk.

Dominic grabs my arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

"F-first a-aid." His mere presence makes me forget how to form sentences, and not in the good type of way.

"These men fucking kidnapped you and you're going to become a whole fucking doctor for them?" There's a mocking tone in his question.

I shake off his grip and run to the car for the kit. At this point, if I get shot while helping these men, I'll take it.

Once I finish cleaning up both of their wounds and wrapping a bandaid around it. I give them painkillers to hold them up until they can receive real medical attention.

Benny stares daggers at me but doesn't complain and Lenny gives me a genuine heartfelt thank you.

These men look around my uncle's age, maybe mid to late 40's. They're too old to be able to heal fast from such severe wounds unless treated quickly.

"I don't have all fucking night! Get moving!" Dominic calls out from the car.

His patience is running out. And only Lord knows how many more horrible things he has up his sleeves if we don't get going.

Neither Benny or Lenny are in any shape to drive so I sigh and have them sit in the back when I notice Dominic's not there.

Just my luck, I sigh.

Just then, Dominic rolls down the passenger's side window, "Get in the car." He's already on the driver's seat.

I'm unsure of whether he means in the back seat or the front.

"Sit down or else I'll have you shoot both of them to death."

I quickly open the front door and sit down.

"I can't believe I have to drive these two back myself. They're so fucking useless." Dominic mutters to himself. "I still have to figure out how the hell to get rid of this extra baggage."

Then, as we wait at a red light, I can feel his eyes on me, "Maybe I should have some fun with her before I do anything else."

At this point, my mind is on full shutdown, the adrenaline that was coursing through me is now making me crash and burn.

His comments just aren't processing... I'm... I'm so tired...

"Hey, girl." His voice jolts me awake before I could even shut my eyes.

I don't reply.

"Knives or guns?" He asks.

"Excuse me?" I look at him with wide eyes.

He rolls his eyes. "You heard me correctly: Knives or guns?"

"None." I answer simply.

"Either you pick one or," He pulls out his hand gun from his pocket and casually points it towards the back seat, "since you've grown a liking towards them, I'll take out one of them instead."

"You're insane!" I whisper.

"We've established this long ago, now choose." He has one hand with a finger on the trigger while the other hand is calmly on the steering wheel.

"What am I choosing for?" I ask because I'm afraid of where my answer my might lead the situation.

His finger slightly motions to push the trigger.

"Okay, okay! Gun, I choose a gun." I blurt out the answer.

"Why?" He asks.

"I don't even know why I'm choos--"

His finger around the trigger begins to move again.

"Because if I use it properly, it would be one clean shot without the mess." I don't know how such an explanation formed. Was I thinking about it the whole time?

"Brava ragazza." He strokes my cheek, making me flinch.

He places the gun in between us, in the storage area, which makes me ease into the seat.

Within 30 minutes of being in this man's presence, he gave me anxiety worth 30 years.

A smirk appears on his face. "Maybe that's what I'll use for you. One clean shot and," he points towards the sky as a sign of death.

I gulp out of fear but a part of me thinks about how that'll be an easier way to go compared to a knife. Probably quicker too.

I hadn't even realized we reached a neighbourhood, let alone already arrived in front of a huge house.

I think it'd be rude to call it a house, it's a whole castle.

Definitely doesn't bring in a lot of attention, I say sarcastically in my head.

Suddenly, Dominic brakes hard right in front of the front gates.

"Stai scherzando?!" His voice is full of rage.

If he keeps speaking in another language, how am I supposed to keep up? But I don't need to understand the language to know he's angry, yet again.

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Terms:

• Brava ragazza: good girl.

• Stai scherzando?: are you kidding me?

A/N: so sorry for the day late update! I got really busy at work, then came home knocked out. 😭

Next Update: Tuesday, September 17, 2019.