Chapter 6

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO 

"Idiot."  I scoff to myself as I bring the cigarette that's in between my index and middle finger closer to my lips. I suck in a breath of the toxins and exhale it through my nostrils causing a burning sensation.

Whenever I saw Giovanni's face I wanted to slit his throat or rip his clothes off and do inappropriate things with him.

I roll my eyes as I flick the end of the cigarette to reduce the ash that's pilling up. I sigh to myself as I shift in the bathtub trying to find a comfortable position to be in. Before I could stop myself, my mind drifted off to the delicious anticipation of being skin to skin with him once more. I bite my bottom lip as I feel my area ache for his touch.

I clear my throat, bringing myself back to reality. That's enough of relaxing. I step out of the bathtub and take my towel from the hanger to cover my naked body. I walk out of the bathroom and my body is soaking wet leaving trails of water droplets on the floor. I walk into my huge closet and I try to find comfy clothes to wear for the remaining night.

I find my oversized black hoodie along with my comfy white trek-suit-pants. I tie my long dark brown hair into a messy low bun and I apply a thin layer of my cherry lip balm to keep my lips moisturized for the night.

Sometimes If I have free time to myself I always jump into the comfiest clothing and I watch some comedy tv shows while I eat my favorite Nutella go chip sticks with some vanilla ice-cream on the side. I have a sweet tooth

Sometimes I love to live like a normal young adult woman.

I throw myself onto my bed that has a lot of space and grab the tv remote, I switch on the tv and flick through the channels to see what is playing. Nothing interesting so far so I switch it off and I decide to practice my shooting.

I'm home alone so I have the house all to myself, for once there are only fifty guards outside to make sure everything is calm along with twenty guards inside and the other one-hundred and thirteen guards are out doing some of my unfinished work. Including Oscar, Amelia and Chiara.

When I reach the shooting range I type in the passcode and it turns green then the metal door automatically opens, I step in and the lights lit up on their own in rows.

I take one of the headsets that are hanging on the wall and one of my favorite guns, an AR-15 style rifle.

People have certain hobbies to calm them down. Music, art, and more shit. But for me, it's shooting. It's an escape for me and I fucking love it.

I gradually walk to the second lane section, I then push the red button on the left side of the glass, the mannequins quickly move back at a perfect distance for me. Most probably a whole American football field but just subtract 30℅ of the field which will lead to 70 yards of how vast the indoor range is.

When they stop I point the gun at the mannequin and I take a deep breath then pull the trigger

The bullet goes right through the heart which impresses me a bit. I could do better. I pull the trigger and once again the bullet goes right through the heart.

Are you fucking serious right now? I stretch my arms along with my neck in circles which makes a cracking sound. I lick my lips and aim at the mannequin once more, when I pull the trigger it goes straight through the head and a slight smile is curved onto my lips.

That will be Giovanni soon.

I feel a buzz in my pocket and place the gun on the counter and pull down my headsets, I take out my phone and I read the caller ID and it reads Chiara on the screen, I sigh and accept the call.

"What?"

"We've been robbed. All our weapons and cocaine are gone." Chiara spoke with panic.

"What!?. By who?"

"It's better if you come see yourself."

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I was deep in thought as I watched the security footage.

Five fucking men managed to kill all the guards and steal everything. I couldn't tell who they were because they had masks on.

I was focused on the footage, watching as they killed my men and loaded my stuff in several trucks.

I watched closely when one of them removed their mask.

Anger boiled in my blood.

I slammed the laptop shut and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Giovanni sent them." I said. "How do you know?" Chiara questioned. I looked at her and replied. "I noticed one of them, Luca."

Chiara's eyes widened, she cleared her throat. "What will you do?"

"First we need to postpone the shipment dates then inform our buyers that there's been an incident and everything will be dealt with in two weeks."

"Then Giovanni will get a taste of his own medicine."