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Chapter 38: Still Saturday: Romi to the rescue!

Aloud noise roused me. I must have dozed off. The door flew open, and Siri rushed in. He grabbed the knife out of my hand before I had time to react. He looked livid, but not only that, he looked terrified, too.

“You little bitch. You killed Ivor!” he screamed, slapping me hard across the face.

My head flew to the side. Pain reverberated through my cheek, and I tasted blood.

Shots sounded outside. Siri pulled me up from the couch. I winced at his punishing grip on my arm. The sound of gunfire was getting closer. I shivered with fear.

Trouble was coming. But who was it? Siri had lots of enemies, so it could be any one of them. I really wanted to believe it was my family, but I doubted it. How would they have found me, especially so soon? No, it was more likely to be someone else. And that didn’t bode well for either Siri or me.

Someone was running up the stairs. Was I about to die here?

“We’re getting out of here,” Siri said, reaching up and unlocking my collar.

The second he did, I flew at him. Siri was a big guy, but I jumped on him kicking and punching wherever I could reach. Despite my best efforts, he swatted me away like an annoying fly. I fell to the floor, and he kicked me hard in the stomach. I screamed in agony as the air rushed from the lungs.

Grabbing me around the throat he hauled me to my feet and shoved his gun to my head. And that’s when the door burst open.

Romi was here!

My heart leapt for joy as the little voice inside my head celebrated. With a gun pressed to my temple, I was bloody terrified but seeing my man again made my heart sing with hope.

“Put your gun down or she’s dead!” Siri yelled, pointing the gun at Romi, and tightening his grip on my neck.

Romi froze.

“Are you hurt?” he asked me, his eyes frantically searching my body.

“No,” I gasped out as Siri pulled me closer to him.

“The blood?” Romi asked sounding panicked.

“Not mine,” I croaked as Siri’s huge hand tightened even more. He had moved me in front of him and was using me as a shield.

“I won’t tell you again. Drop the gun,” Siri said, pressing harder against my windpipe making it difficult to breathe.

“Drop it, or I’ll shoot her,” he said, moving the gun back against my temple.

He was panicking, sweating, and breathing in quick, shallow breaths.

Romi’s eyes narrowed in anger, but I could tell he was calmer now that he knew I hadn’t been hurt, unlike Siri. My head swam with the lack of oxygen, and I felt myself begin to lose consciousness.

Luckily, just before that happened, Romi’s gun hit the floor. Siri loosened his grip the slightest fraction, but it was just enough for me to gasp in some air at last and stay awake.

“Kick it to me and put your hands on your head!” Siri said, no longer sounding so out of control.

When Romi moved to do as he was told, and Siri’s grip on me loosened further, I saw my chance. I elbowed him in the ribs with all my strength, taking him by surprise. Staggering back, he doubled over as I slumped to my knees, both of us gasping for breath.

There was a blur of movement beside me as, on all fours, I frantically heaved air into my oxygen starved lungs, filling them with as much of the precious stuff as possible. Romi tackled Siri to the ground, and they struggled for control of Siri’s weapon.

A muffled shot made my head jerk up.

Blood spread over Romi’s shoulder. He’d been shot. I held my breath as I watched the pair wrestling on the floor. I needed to do something to help my man.

Spying Romi’s gun on the ground not far from me, I lunged for it. I had just turned around preparing to shoot Siri, when I saw Romi had finally gotten the upper hand and with the butt of the gun, knocked the big bastard out.

I rushed over to Romi’s side. As soon as I reached him, he blacked out.

Dropping the gun at my side, I gently lifted Romi’s head, and placed it in my lap. Some of his hair had fallen over his eyes. I brushed it aside and that was when I noticed the large lump coming up on his head. A sob escaped me as I took in the face of the man I loved.

My poor man was still showing signs of his beating from a few days ago. Now he’d been beaten up again. And shot!

How dare anyone hurt him!

Siri moaned and I glanced at him. He was coming around. If he did, he would hurt us or worse. No way! I’d kill the big bastard like I’d killed Ivor.

My hands shook as I picked up the gun and aimed it at him, and that’s when Marko entered the room.

“No, we need him alive, Sonia!” Marko shouted.

“He helped kill Krissa, attacked our family, was going to kill me, and shot Romi. He needs to die!” I yelled at him. I wasn’t usually this bloodthirsty, but this guy deserved it.

“And he will, once we get answers,” Marko assured me, prising the gun out of my hands.

Siri stirred and groaned.

Marko strode over to him and punched him in the face, knocking the pig out again.

Miki and Ash entered the room at that point.

I guess the cavalry had arrived! I thought snarkily, still very pissed off with that pair.

“This is all your fault. Don’t you dare come near,” I cried angrily at Miki as he approached.

Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he turned away and said something to his comms unit before joining Marko, who was tying up the unconscious Siri.

Ash removed his T-shirt and stepped towards Romi.

“Leave him!” I shouted, shielding him with my body.

“Damn it, Sonia. I only want to staunch the bleeding,” he cried.

“Give it to me,” I said holding my hand out for the T-shirt.

He passed it to me, and I took it without thanking him and promptly pressed it to Romi’s gunshot wound.

“Trigger’s on his way,” Ash said, sighing heavily and moving to stand a few feet away.

Good. I didn’t want any of my brothers near my man. Especially not those two. Not after the way they’d beaten him and then separated us. If they hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have been in that tunnel when Ivor appeared. As I’d said to Miki. It was their fault. Especially his. If Romi died, I would never forgive them.

Looking at his pale face. He’d lost quite a bit of blood but the pressure I was putting on the wound had slowed the bleeding down. However, it needed to be dressed properly before we could attempt to move him. Where was Trigger?

As if answering my prayers, he ran into the room.

Taking in the seen, he hurried over and fell to his knees beside me. Trigger, as ex-military, had some basic training in how to deal with gunshot wounds, so I let him take over tending to Romi’s wound while I continued to gently stroke his head, willing him to be okay.

It was only when a tear hit my hand that I realised I was crying.

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