Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

Iwas panicking.

The guy with the greasy hair had just grabbed me and pulled me away from Adriano.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I shrieked, then nearly gagged from the stench coming off him as he wrapped his filthy arm around my neck.

I’d expected danger today –

But more like getting shot at by a bunch of mafiosos.

Not getting attacked in a back alley by a meth head.

I struggled to break free, but he was surprisingly strong. His arm locked around my neck like a vise.

I looked over at Adriano, hoping to see him racing towards me –

But he still had his back turned.

And the drug addict behind me was pulling me away.

Oh God, no –

And then half a dozen things happened in just a few seconds.

Adriano threw something into the air –

Then he was running towards the other junkie –

And I saw him twist the gun off to the side with a loud snap.

The man screamed –

And immediately went silent as his head slammed into the brick wall.

Then Adriano turned around…

The gun in his hand and murder in his eyes.

I had seen him look like that once before, after the shooting at the hotel.

I’d been terrified at the time, thinking his anger would be directed at me.

Now I rejoiced silently.

The guy behind me?

Not so much.

“Oh shit,” he whispered.

Then Adriano did something I didn’t expect:

He flicked the gun out in the air –

And dropped all the bullets on the ground.

Clink clink clink clink clink.

I was stunned.

Why did he do THAT?!

The asshole holding me hostage was elated.

I heard him chuckle, like he couldn’t believe his good luck –

Which lasted all of two seconds.

Adriano switched his grip on the gun so he was holding it by the barrel –

And then he rushed forward, his face insane with rage.

Adriano’s left hand tore the man’s arm away from my neck, snapping the guy’s fingers.

The man screamed.

As I scrambled away, I heard a heavy THUNK behind me –

And the man screamed again as he fell to the ground.

I watched in shock as Adriano repeatedly clubbed him with the gun, grunting every time he landed a blow.

“YOU – MOTHER – FUCKING – PIECE – OF SHIT – ”

The guy shrieked as he tried to fend off the blows –

But Adriano just smacked aside his arms and went back to bludgeoning his head.

The guy’s face was already covered in blood when Adriano started stomping him in the head with his Doc Martens.

“STOP!” I screamed, and ran over to pull Adriano off him.

I hated the guy on the ground.

I knew what he’d intended to do to me –

But I had never seen another human brutalized like that before…

Not even by the mafia.

And it terrified me.

“STOP, please STOP!” I cried as I pulled at Adriano’s shirt.

He immediately quit as soon as I touched him.

But he loomed over the man like the Grim Reaper, breathing hard as he glared down at the guy’s ruined face.

Then Adriano looked at me – and all his rage instantly dissipated. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, “just, please… don’t hurt him anymore.”

Adriano looked down at the limp body on the ground and bared his teeth in a snarl. “He deserves to DIE for touching you.”

I was pretty sure that’s what would have happened if I hadn’t intervened.

As it was, the guy would never look the same – and he’d probably be sipping his meals through a straw for months.

“I know, I know, just… please… don’t,” I whispered frantically, trying to pull Adriano away before he started again.

His breathing gradually slowed, and he nodded.

He walked over to the cinderblocks where he’d hidden his gun…

Took off the piece of newspaper everything was wrapped in…

And used it to wipe flecks of blood off his hands.

Then he wiped the entire revolver, probably to remove any fingerprints…

And tossed it onto the guy’s broken body.

Finally, he retrieved the magazines and pistol and stuffed them into his pockets and the back of his jeans.

Then he turned to me. “I need to wash up… and I think you need a drink.”

I nodded numbly and let him lead me out of the alleyway.