DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Sexting the Don: Chapter 33
My words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything stops.
Enzo’s face is a mask of shock, and even the seasoned mob guys look rattled. Jimmy’s reaction is a beat too slow, his brows knitting together as he processes the news.
“You’re what?” he blurts out, totally caught off guard.
I steady my nerves, throwing the word back at him with as much force as I can muster while being held at gunpoint.
“I’m pregnant, Jimmy.” The room echoes with the weight of it, and I let it sink in, watching their faces.
Jimmy’s confusion quickly morphs into a sinister smirk, and his cruel laughter fills the air, harsh and grating.
“You hear that, Enzo? Better put that gun down,” he sneers, waving his own weapon with a reckless kind of glee. “Or you’re going to lose more than your little girlfriend here. I’ll kill your woman and your baby.” He leans in close, his breath foul. “Assuming it’s even yours.”
My heart thumps wildly, not just from fear but also anger.
“Put the gun down, Jimmy. Even you aren’t crazy enough to shoot a pregnant woman,” I challenge.
Enzo’s glare could melt steel, and his voice is dangerously calm, the kind of calm that promises retribution. “This is your last chance,” he growls, not lowering his weapon. “Let her go, now.”
Jimmy chuckles, clearly enjoying the control. “Nah, I don’t think I will. I’m clearly back in the game now, aren’t I?”
The harsh reality slams into me, and I shouldn’t be surprised. My father, the very definition of a lost cause, might actually still pull the trigger. Even knowing that I’m pregnant makes no difference to him. As the thought whirls through my mind, my body reacts before my brain fully catches up.
With a surge of adrenaline and a new resolve to protect my child, I drive my elbow hard into his stomach. I feel the satisfying whoosh as the air leaves him, his grip slackening.
This is my chance. I drop to the floor, my heart racing as the action unfolds in a flash. I scramble, not fully aware of where I’m going, just that it’s away from Jimmy. My ears are ringing, but I can still hear shouting, a confusion of voices that blur into a cacophony of fear and anger.
“Mandy!” Enzo’s voice cuts through the chaos, desperate and sharp. He’s moving but I can’t tell where he’s going, my vision blurred by the sudden shift from captivity to desperate flight.
Jimmy curses loudly, the pain in his voice telling me my elbow did its job. “You little bitch!” he growls, the menace in his tone now mixed with the grit of pain.
I don’t stop to look back. My focus is on finding cover and on putting as much distance between the gun and me as possible. The warehouse suddenly feels like a maze, each corner and shadow a potential refuge or a deadly trap.
“Get back here!” Jimmy’s shout is ragged, furious. But I continue to move, my body fueled by a fierce will to survive—not just for me, but for the tiny life inside me.
From somewhere to my left, Enzo’s voice comes again, commanding and fierce.
“Put the gun down! It’s over!”
“Fuck you!”
My breath comes in sharp gasps as I duck behind a stack of crates, the rough wood pressing against my back. I squeeze my eyes shut for a split second, gathering my wits and trying to steady my racing heart.
The world erupts into a blur, my ears ringing with the sound of gunfire. It’s like a bad action movie, only this is real and horrifyingly close.
Before I get a chance to process anything, Enzo’s right there beside me, his presence like a sudden beacon in the storm.
‘Hey, look at me. You hurt anywhere?’ he asks, his tone etched with worry. But I’m too dazed to answer right away.
My eyes drift past him to something I wish I could unsee—Jimmy, my father—lying motionless on the ground with blood pooling around him. It’s a shocking sight, even knowing the kind of man he was.
Enzo’s still talking, his voice blurring in and out of focus as he tries to keep me with him. ‘Mandy! Are you with me? Say something.’
But the words stick in my throat. Everything feels surreal, like I’m detached, watching from outside myself. Enzo’s face, heavy with concern, is the last thing I register before everything goes black.