The Wounded Love novel Chapter 66

Besides the shock I was going through everything was fine. For me, anyways. Silvio still laid on the floor surrounded by blood.

"Skyla, what happened?" Dante asked, grabbing my face in his hands. My eyes finally focused on one thing. Before that they were wandering from person to person. "Skyla." He said again. His voice was calm. His breaths were even. That helped me.

"He was going to kill me!" I cried. "He had a knife and said I was on their side and not here!" I made no sense, but when Dante heard kill me, he froze. His body became rigid with anger. If I didn't know any better I'd say that steam was beginning to come out of his ears.

The only reason I managed to shoot Silvio was because we were both lying on the floor, only a few feet apart. I escaped death by just second. Silvio was fast with his gun. The one that fell on the floor-?that I picked up, had no safety on. It must've been the one he was currently using. If it did I would've probably died.

I turned around to see Silvio standing up. The wound was on his arm. That made me feel a million times better. I couldn't kill someone. I couldn't imagine what that would be like. He pushed the people off of him then looked at me. His look was deadly. It almost made my heart stop.

But then he turned around and made his way out of the room, clutching the top of his arm. Silvio's men followed him out. Dante threw out whoever was remaining.

I was definitely dead now. "He's going to kill me." I said. "He's gonna kill me. I'm so dead. I'm dead." I was having a panic attack.

"I'm going to kill him." Dante breath, not hearing a word I said. I've never seen this side of him. It was raw and deadly. "I told him not to touch you. This is what he does though."

Dante was about to storm out of the room, but I grabbed him by the arm. "Dante don't." I hated that man. I hated him with a passion, but I wasn't selfish enough to let Dante do something he'd regret. "You need to calm down. I'm ok." I took his face in my hands. "Don't do anything you'll regret."

"He's not going to get away with this." Dante said, putting his hand over mine, trying to calm down.

I didn't say anything. This was officially the end of it. Why did people have to ruin things for us? "Probably." I whispered. He nodded his head, agreeing.

He stayed in my room with me though. We sat on the bed not really talking. Just sitting there. I was sitting so close to him, giving me no space to move but that was ok. He was the only one who could keep me safe right now. He was the only one who I felt safe next to.

Eventually I fell asleep, and he must've left, because when I woke up he wasn't there. I heard yelling in the other room. No punches were thrown, no shots were fired. It was just yelling. Dante must've won, because I heard his voice last. He got the last word in.

The rest of the days there weren't boring. They were nothing. I felt nothing. We'd sit there waiting for the next day. Sometimes it was with Jade, sometimes with Dante, and there was even a time where it was just Susan and I. I didn't leave my room. I refused to leave my room until Dante came in telling me the coast was clear.