The Forced Mafia Princess

05 | Dangerous Encounters

| MARCELO |

“Wait a second, Principessa,” I mumbled to Mya over my shoulder.

“Don’t leave me alone,” she pleaded in a whisper.

“I would never do that to you,” I stated as I looked deep into her eyes. “I have to check the hallway before you come out.”

When she nodded at me, I turned around and exited through the door with my Glock in front of me. I turned quickly and jogged down the hallway, finding it empty instantly.

“Grazie Dio,” (Italian for “Thank God.”) I muttered under my breath as I turned back to get Mya, immediately pulling her to my chest. Honestly, she was holding it together pretty well. She was stronger than we all had ever imagined.

“Whatever happens, you stay behind me at all times. Do you remember the button that you have to press?” I asked her as she nodded swiftly, pointing at it. “Okay,” I said before I took a deep breath.

I started walking down the hallway at a fast pace with her hot on my heels. “We are taking the stairs,” I told her over my shoulder as I pushed the door to the staircase open.

“We are on floor ten,” she whispered with a groan.

“It would be too dangerous to take the elevator, Principessa.” It was understandable that she had so many questions when this was all new to her.

We were halfway down the stairs when my phone vibrated once more, forcing me to pull it out again and quickly look at it. “f**k!” I muttered under my breath.

“What?” she asked from behind me.

“We will have company faster than we expected,” I told her. “When I tell you to run, I need you to do so without looking back.” She nodded hesitantly before I continued our course.

We finally reached the first floor before I kicked our way through the door, yelling over my shoulder. “Run!”

She quickly started running through the lobby as my body covered her with each step we took. The first shots started sounding around the lobby, making people screām in panic. I ducked Mya before I started shooting back at whoever was shooting at us.

“Cover your head, baby,” I told her, instantly wanting to kick myself. Did I really just say baby to her? Oh, well, too late to say anything now.

I aimed my gun back at the asšholes that were shooting. I lowered myself when I saw them start shooting again. I pulled Mya under me as I proceeded to crawl towards the back exit. I kept standing up to shoot back when I saw some of our men join us. Our men started shooting at them with the Uzis. That gave us enough distraction to make it to the exit safely.

I ran in front of her as I quickly scanned the area. “Let’s go!” I muttered as I signaled her to follow me again.

“Watch out!” she yelled as she pointed the revolver to my side and pressed the trigger. My eyes grew wide as I slowly turned to find one of the enemies a few feet away with a shot to his forehead.

“What. The. f**k!” I whispered in shock. She was definitely Ricky’s daughter. I turned back to find her with tears running down her cheeks, breaking my heart instantly.

“I—I —killed—” she was saying when she broke down into louder sobs.

“No, Mya— Shhh. Please don’t cry,” I begged her, wiping her cheeks clean while I looked around desperately, since we were still in danger. “Principessa, we have to go,” I informed her as I started pulling her before she finally broke free from her shock and started running.

I pulled my phone out and instantly dialed Carlos’ number.

“Where?” I asked him. We didn’t have to use many words when communicating because we knew the protocol.

“Black car, lato ovest!” (Italian for “west hand side!”) he said before I hung up and slid the phone back in my pocket.

As we turned the corner, more men ran towards us. “f**k!” I yelled before I pushed Mya behind the wall. “Don’t move!” I immediately pulled out the grenade from the backpack that I was carrying, making Mya’s eyes grow wide when she realized what I was about to do.

I pulled the pin out of the grenade and turned the corner again. As soon as I turned, a bullet hit my shoulder, making me stammer back. “Fūcking shīt!” I groaned in pain.

| MYA |

I screāmed when I saw Marcelo stumble back. “Marcelo!” I tried running towards him, but he gave me a warning glance. I knew exactly what he was trying to tell me without him having to say a word. He didn’t want me to leave my safe spot.

I looked at him with pleading eyes because he was hurt and needed help. Not that I knew exactly what to do, but I didn’t want to watch him bleed out.

I watched him as he threw the grenade before he crawled over to me again. I grabbed him quickly as he pushed me under him. His body covered mine completely as we felt the ground shake around us, making my ears ring and my sight get blurry. My whole body ached, and I instantly freaked out thinking about how Marcelo was.

“Marcelo!” I muttered against the ground before I heard him grunt against my head. “Thank God!” I cried out loud.

I tried to push him slightly with my shoulder, but I couldn’t get him off of me. He was a huge guy, over 6 foot tall and about 200 pounds of muscle. While I was only 5’3 and 130 pounds. In other words, I barely moved him, but he still slid to his side, allowing me to breathe again.

“Marcelo,” I said again as I crawled to check his injury. He grunted as I put pressure on his shoulder. I heard yelling and looked up in panic. I relaxed when I noticed that it was our men. Carlos was the first to run towards me, looking all over for any danger.

When he saw that the coast was clear, he put his gun on his side and leaned over me. “Mya, are you okay?” he asked me as he cupped my cheeks. I quickly nodded but looked down at Marcelo as I moved my hands away from his shoulder to show Carlos his injury.

“Give me space, Mya,” he told me as I moved over slightly while I watched him pull Marcelo up. Marcelo winced as Carlos put his arm over his shoulder.

“Marcelo is bleeding a lot. He needs medical attention,” I told Carlos as I followed closely behind.

“My guys are waiting in the SUV. Once we get to the jet, we will get him checked out,” he answered in one breath. I was worried that he would lose too much blood, but I didn’t want to question them. This seemed like something common for them.

We finally reached the SUV, allowing me to release the breath I had been holding in since we left the hotel room. I looked around the SUV but couldn’t find anything to apply pressure to Marcelo’s injury with.

“What is it, Mya?” Marcelo asked with his eyes closed.

“I need something to press on your injury until we reach the jet,” I answered without turning back.

“I’m fine, Principessa!” he replied softly.

“That doesn’t look like you are fine,” I told him as Carlos grabbed Marcelo’s shirt and ripped one of the sleeves off, handing it to me.

“Rea—f**k!” Marcelo groaned when I applied pressure on his shoulder again.

“Sorry!” I muttered as Carlos laughed at us.

Why would he laugh? They were too freaking relaxed for my liking. Marcelo had been shot and they were talking and laughing like nothing. I will never get used to this. I mean, I never even imagined that this would be my new life. Running away from an obsessed relative that was power hungry. Guns, grenades, and God knows what else.

I wish that I could just go to sleep and that this would all go away, and my life would go back to normal.