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Chapter 2 - Running from him

PRESENT DAY 

Klara

(Point of View)

I look up from my book to see exactly who dared to disturb me on my day off and my whole body freezes in shock and disbelief. 

As I stare into the greenish blue eyes of the man I tried to kill a wave of

fear begins to wash over me. 

"Ad-adriano, y-you, your..." I stutter unable to finish.

"Yes, Baby I'm here" ” he assures, his accented voice dripping with the remnants of his Columbian heritage. Adriano smiles as he grabs my hand bringing my fingers to his lips.  His action jerks me back to reality and slowly my shock starts to turn into panic.

No, no, no, he can't be here I think to myself, he's a week early! He wasn't supposed to find me, not yet! I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready to face him. No, I just need to get away from him.

I stand up knocking my chair back and start to back away from him all the while watching for when he will try to stop me, but he just sits back relaxed,staring at me as I back away. Then suddenly my back slams into what feels like a concrete wall, but the two muscular men that take hold of my arms prove me wrong.

As they shove me back into my chair I lift my face up to look at him, my body trembling as I watch his smile fade and his eyes turn cruel. "Going somewhere sweetheart?" He asks, then cocks his head to the side acting amused, but I can sense the rage barely contained within him and it scares the sh*t out of me just like the first time I saw it. You would be afraid to if you knew him like I do, I mean this guy is f**king crazy

I need time to come up with a plan, I think to myself so I try to buy myself some time. Before I can even process what I'm doing I'm already flipping the cafe's table, spilling my steaming hot cappuccino on him.

I use the distraction I just created to make a run for it and put as much distance as I can between those men and myself, as some of them have already started to come after me. I feel the hot pavement burn into my feet as I kick my floppy sandals off. God, why I couldn't I have chosen comfort over fashion today?, I think, mentally face palming myself. 

In my race to escape I accidentally knock down a fruit vendors cart and an array of colourful fruit starts flowing into the street followed by small crowd trying to help pick them up. The furious vendor seems torn, trying to decide whether to avenge his ruined produce or save the remaining ones. Poor guy, I really feel bad for him but I can't stop at any cost. I have to make it to my safe house to regroup. The disturbance seemed to have caused enough of a distraction for me to lose my chasers. Finally I can come up with a real plan, I sigh, opening the rustic cabin doors of my safe house. My relief is short lived though as I am greeted by over a dozen Ak 12s all pointed directly at me. Bl**dy Russians!!

Adriano 

(Point of View)

"Why the f*ck are you just standing there?? For f*cks sake GET HER!!" I roared at my men making them flinch. By this point I swear all I could see was red.

There was no way I was letting her get away that easy. Not again. I grab my phone to check the tracker I had just placed on her when I held her hand, but before I can activate my finger print bullets start to fly at me.

One of the bullets slice through the head of my bodyguard, blood and brain matter splatters all over my face and coffee stained shirt.

This is turning out to be a really sh*t day I think to myself, while taking out my gold plated desert eagle, a birthday gift from daddy dearest. I fire several .50 AE rounds down range and start to make my way through the crowd of hysterical fleeing people to take out the guy who almost succeeded in killing me.

Using the crowd as a human shield I manage to evade most of the gunfire, only gaining a flesh wound to my upper thigh.

My surviving men take out the two snipers shooting at us while I cripple the fleeing coward with two shots to his knee caps.

"He's Russian" One of my men tell me, "You Bratva motherf*ckers really know how to piss me off" I say to the man as I press down on his wound with my now bloody shoe. His face starts to contort in pain and I smile sadistically enjoying how the poor b*st**d tries to crawl away from me using his arms to try and drag his crippled legs. I signal my men to take care of him before breaking into a sprint after the girl of my dreams, just like the first time we met.

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