Chapter 1
Felicita wouldn't have imagined it. There she stood panting in an ally watching her brother holding his best friend at gunpoint. What the hell should she do? What can she do?
Maximilian didn't see it coming. Didn't see her coming in front of his gun as pulled the trigger. Nick too shot his gun but quickly missed only taking a bit of Max's ear.
"Felicita!" Max yelled holding his sister's limp body praying she isn't dead. Nick ran to his best friend's side as fast as he could.
Max clearly in a daze watching Felicita's state: bloodied and unconscious. His family will murder him if his mother didn't get to him first. Nick shouted Max's name in an attempted to break the daze. He reached out for the young girl but a hand caught his. "Don't touch my sister you sick fucker!" Max yelled.
"She's gonna fucking die if we don't do something." Nick growled reaching for Max with his fist but, taking in the pitiful state his friend was in... He sighed. "Come on. We'll take her to the hospital."
"Where's my daughter!?" A middle aged woman shrilled. Max could see his intestines being worn as jewelry around the old man's neck. Great, his mother is a crying mess. Now his father will roast him up for sacrifice.
"Your mom's here," Nick told him taking a drag from his sig. Why would she do that? Stupid girl, he thought. Max sat up right ready to receive it, her–to receive her. The men guarding the doors to the ER tensed.
Like the force she was Mari Rossini barged through the double doors with a pile of either frightened or unconscious by passers behind her. "MAXIMILIAN!" She whimpers. Max embraces her tightly, a small tear escaping his eye. "Madre," he chocked.
Max whispers into Mari's ear and like expected a loud bang was heard. Max watched her seething from the floor. Nick watched the exchange nearly dying from laughing silently.
"You shot her! Of all people. You morron." Mari yells. "It was an aci–" smack!
Poor Maxamillan, couldn't even explain what happened clearly. His body went flying back to the floor with blood dripping from his mouth and ear.
Mari began pacing left to right right to left. Her heir, laying in a hospital. The hell this could unleash. "Nickolas." She called pacing stopped. "Mrs Rossini."
"Why were you two shooting at each other anyway? And how did Felicita find out?"
"I'm not sure how she found out but as to what happened...where do I start."
