Adriana's POV
A gruesome sound jolted me up from my sleep. My instincts told me to quickly reach for the pistol under my pillow and so I did. I sat up slowly, glaring around the dark room for any sign of movement, but it turned out to be my phone ringing violently on the counter.
I sigh in relief and drop my gun. Registering some resentment for the cold tiled floor, as it came in contact with my naked feet, while the moonlight luminated through the giant glass window behind me, it's ray kissing peacefully on the furniture in the room.
Who is calling me by two in the fucking morning?
I lifted up the device, placing it casually on my ear, while I fiddled absentmindedly with an alarm clock sitting on the counter.
"You're a hard woman to find." A familiar voice said from the other end of the phone.
An eerie feeling started to creep in, almost enveloping me. Hearing his voice by this time of the night could only mean danger. In my mind, I started calculating how he possibly got my private number. But a sinister laughter broke in, interrupting my wandering thoughts.
"Hahahahaha. You're not as invisible as you think, Adriana."
Moments like this alway made me furious. The suspense. The feeling. The fear. I have always been the one to call the shots and not the other way round. Something wasn't right and i could almost perceive it in the midnight air.
"How did you get this number?"
"Come on, we are family, we always find ways to get in touch. Don't you think? Besides you left without saying goodbye." He continued, without giving an actual answer to my question.
He was already a step ahead of me and I could sense it in the way he spoke. He has my number, then definitely he knows my location and I knew it was only a matter of time before his men would storm up the stairs and barge into my room.
Meanwhile, none of the grenade traps that I've set around the house have gone off yet, so I knew I was safe for a few minutes, at least.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to get a clue of what he was up to.
"Don't play pretend with me now, will you? You know what I want and as much as I hate to say it. I. Want. You. Dead."
"You won't find me easy to kill. You might be the boss for now, but not for long. I will avenge my father and kill you even if that is the last thing I do." I responded, almost at the top of my voice, agitated and getting angry with the line of our conversation.
His laughter was all that greeted my response. This was beginning to make the hair on my body stand. I have always been unaffected by anxiety or fear, but tonight felt entirely different.
"Yes…..that's the killer spirit. That's the Adriana I know. But what you fail to understand is that I'm the boss of our family now, things have changed. If you still don't believe, Adam will help you reconsider. "
"Adam?"
Just as the name left my lips, I became aware of my silent companion, lurking in the shadows. He had been watching me all along.
The intruder lunges an attack at me, with a dagger. I almost had no time to dodge, throwing the alarm clock I held absentmindedly, all along. The clock makes contact with the cheek of my assailant, cutting many parts on the side of his face.
He grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it towards my head. I blocked the attack with my arms and the lamp shattered, causing its tiny debris to fall into my eyes. Unable to see clearly, I felt vulnerable, I threw my fists in the air but it made no contact.
My assailant's fist tasted like metal as he landed two heavy blows on my face, sending flashes across my eyes. He landed another quick punch and I fell on the impact, luckily for me, i landed on the bed.
He sits on top of me, pinning me down with his weight, making it impossible for me to break free. Reaching further, I tried to grabbed my gun under the pillow, while I hit him repeatedly with my free hand. But I could only feel the gun with my fingertips.
He slapped me with the back of his hand. "Behave, you whore." He said, his voice husky and harsh.
I felt his cold hand wrap around my neck, his grip tightened and I let out a soft gasp for air. He held me still and with his other hand he traced his finger from my lips down to the middle of my breasts. I was unable to stop him, as my hands were busy trying to loosen his tight grip from my neck.
His hand fumbles with my breasts before sliding underneath my nightgown, sliding back and forth on my vigina. While still choking me to the bed, he leaned in and I felt his hard-on press against my waist. He licked my ear before whispering.
"I am going to enjoy this."
He started to unzip his jeans with his free hand, while he held my neck down with the other. I glided my hands around the bed, hoping to find something, anything, until my left hand came across his dagger, lying uselessly on the bed.
Grabbing the dagger, I stabbed with all my might, causing him to roar in pain and loosen his grip from my neck. I was aiming for his neck, but fortunately for him, I stabbed his shoulder instead.
"You....bitch!" He cursed, attempting to pull the dagger out.
At that slight moment of attention to his shoulder. I reached quickly for my gun. Pulling it from underneath the pillow, I squeezed hard on the trigger. Shooting at him, not once, not twice, but several times.
Each shot sent bright flashes across the dark room, revealing the face of my attacker in a flash before his lifeless body slumped unto me.
"Fuck you, Adam." I spat on him.
Pushing his body away from me. I jumped off the bed and just then, I heard an explosion go off downstairs, shaking the entire house. I ran towards the door, hoping the rest of the men were dead. Just then, I heard multiple footsteps rumbling up the stairs.
"Shit!" I muttered to myself.
Turning my gaze to the giant window behind me. There was no time for me to think, I sprinted towards the window and jumped through the glass as hard as possible, causing it to shatter in pieces.
Falling down along with the shards of glass, I landed hard into the wet grass in front of my garage.
I groaned painfully as I stood up, there was a sharp pain in my ankle but I ignored it. Picking shards of glass from my body as I limped towards a black Sedan parked in front of my house, it seems to be the car my assailants came in.
There was a driver waiting and he had noticed me. He got out of the car immediately, reaching for his gun but he was too clumsy and couldn't draw it quickly. Before he knew it, I smacked the butt of my gun across his face, knocking him out cold.
I couldn't find the will to shoot him, so I left him there and hopped into the car. Frowning at the empty ignition. I searched around the car for the keys. Just then, my assailants stormed out of the front door and started to fire heavily at the car.
Their guns lighten up the darkness of the night. Each of them firing carelessly like kids with fireworks on Christmas Eve. Bullets traveled at light speed through the car, shattering the glasses and puncturing the metal sides of it. And for the first time in years, my life felt threatened
I ducked as low as possible, in an attempt to protect myself from the flying bullets. Suddenly, the heat of a bullet seared into me, piercing my torso with force. And I fell to my side on the impact.