"Who are you?" Tristan demanded, his voice laced with fear but a glimmer of protectiveness for Mila.
The man smirked, keeping the gun ready. "Does it really matter?"
Tristan's irritation flared. "Of course it does! What do you want?"
The man's eyes flickered towards Mila, his tone turning cold. "This has nothing to do with you. We came for her. So, if I was you I would shut up and cooperate before we send you to your grave for the second time." He pointed the gun directly at Mila, causing Tristan to instinctively put his arm around her, shielding her.
Mila gently squeezed Tristan's arm, urging him to stay calm. However, defiance burned in his eyes as he spoke "Second time? Look dude if you didn't succeed the first time what gives you the idea you will succeed now? And let me make this clear, lay a finger on her, and you won't live to tell the tale."
Tristan's attempt to rise from the table, ready to defend Mila, but she gripped his arm, holding him back. "Wait, Tristan. They resemble my father's men though I don't recognize them, but they won't hurt me. Let me try to talk to them and see if I can gather any information."
"So che lavori per mio padre, quindi dimmi cosa vuole da me." (I know you're working for my father so tell me what does he want from me)
"Prima indossa dei vestiti, poi possiamo parlare." (Get some clothes on first then we can talk) the man with the gun said and he stood back so that Mila and Tristan can go and get dressed. "But don't try anything funny we are more than enough here and outside to do what's necessary." and he point the gun at Tristan again.
"Come, let's get dressed. I'll talk to you in my room," Mila whispered to Tristan, taking him by the hand. But before they could reach the room, the front door suddenly flew open.
"Honey I'm home!" Anna shouted and freezing in the doorway with two very confused photographers standing on either side of her after they saw the scene in front of them. Anna quickly covered Phoenix's eyes and said "Not for your eyes babe"
The man and his men raised their guns towards Anna, Phoenix and Chad. " So, looks like we have a little family reunion," he taunted.
"Who the hell are you?" Anna demanded, gripping a gun she had retrieved from the back of her pants and pointing it at the man.
"I'm Sebastian, and I'm here for your sister. So, I suggest you cooperate, and no one has to get hurt," he replied.
Tristan interjects, "Great, but what's wrong with me? why didn't you answer me when I asked?"
Sebastian motioned towards Tristan's nakedness. "Cover that," he ordered.
"I think you need to go and do your homework, dude. Do you even know who we are and we're capable of?" Anna warned with a threatening voice.
"Anna, I think this is father's men," Mila suggested.
"No sis, they're not," Anna replied, examining their jackets closely. "Not the same."
'Listen, Baby sis, I'm not here to fight or to listen to your threats. I'm taking your sister, with or without your consent," Sebastian declared.
"Hey, how did you know my name is Baby sis...? Anna questioned.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, would you two just go and get dressed!" Chad shouted from next to Anna. He looks at Mila with an expressionless face, and she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
Tristan and Mila made their way towards her to get dressed, drawing all eyes on her.
"Hey! Eyes up here. That body already belongs to someone...or two someone's," Anna stammered, her words eliciting an icy glare from both Tristan and Chad.
What? Anna said lifting her hands. I was just trying to divert everyone's eyes.
After getting dressed, Mila and Tristan emerged from the room. Mila stood beside Anna, facing Sebastian. "I'm not going anywhere and whoever sent you can come and get me themselves."
"I see you're not as foolish as you appear. And yes, Anna you're right. I don't work for your father. But I'm sorry to burst your bubble, you have no choice. If you don't come willingly, we'll take you by force," Sebastian retorted.
"Not a chance, mister Mila interjected. The twins lunged forward, attacking Sebastian and his men, unleashing chaos in Mila's apartment.
"Watch out, Phoenix!" Anna shouted, rushing towards him and taking down one of the assailants.
Woh! Babe, that was sexy as hell, Phoenix said planting a quick kiss on Anna's cheek.
"Thanks, babe, but that was nothing," Anna replied, swiftly kicking another attacker. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from these bad people."
Mila and Anna stood back-to-back, battling the onslaught of men while keeping an eye on Chad and Phoenix. "We need to get those two out of here, Anna. I don't want them involved in this," Mila said urgently.
Anna shouted to Tristan, who was fighting on the other side. "Get them out of here. We'll meet at our usual spot."
Tristan nodded, fighting his way through to Chad and Phoenix. Running towards them, he yelled, "Come with me!"
"I'm not leaving Mila here!" Chad protested.
"Yeah, and what about Anna?" Phoenix chimed in.
"Oh please, lover boys, just get your asses out of here. These two girls are the best of the best. These weaklings are no match for them. We'll meet up later. Now move before they have to save you again," Tristan urged them, his voice filled with determination.
Anna and Mila swiftly incapacitated the remaining men, their bodies falling to the ground with thuds. As they surveyed the wreckage in the apartment, Mila spoke, her voice filled with urgency.
"That was the last one, Anna. We need to go, the guys are waiting for us," she said while her eyes are scanning the room.
Anna turned to head towards the door, but before she could take a step, everything suddenly went black. A searing pain coursed through her body, and she felt herself losing consciousness. Slumping to the ground, she heard Mila's panicked cries as she rushed to her side.
"Anna!" Mila screamed, her hands shaking as she knelt beside her wounded sister. She desperately tried to stop the profuse bleeding from Anna's chest, her own fear consuming her.
In the chaos, a pair of arms snakes around Mila, trapping her arms and another hand tighten around her throat. The sound of heavy breathing tickled her ear, and she felt a sharp sting in her neck. Her body grew weak and heavy, but she fought to stay awake, struggling to see her attacker's face.
"Please," she manages to whisper, her voice straining. "Help...my sister..." Mila's vision blurred, her muscles betraying her efforts to resist. She whispered her plea on last time before succumbing to the darkness.
"I'm sorry, Mila," the familiar voice said, filled with sorrow. " I love you, but I have to do this. I have to stop the prophecy..."