Healed By Love

CHAPTER 23

AUDELIA'S POV

The loud noise of glass shards raining down, mixed with the terrified screams of people and stampede on the lower floor causes us to break away from each other as we stand up.

"You have to be kidding me." I mutter under my breath as I adjust my clothes, pushing any previous thoughts to the back of my mind and locking it away. I reach for my purse that was lying on the table and remove my gun.

Turning around, I see Lorenzo with his own gun in his hand, his shirt already buttoned up and properly tucked in leaving no hints of anything that was happening only seconds earlier. Though, I doubt that I could ever remove the image of him sitting on the couch and that look in his eyes as he looked at me out of my mind.

"Get down!" His hands close around my wrist as he pulls me down on the floor with him, bullets ricocheting on the walls, colliding with bottles and glasses as a symphony of glass crashing replaces the previous slow songs playing in the room.

A bullet comes to rest in the table next to me, causing the glass to shatter in little pieces, a few brushing my skin. "Get behind the couch." I say as I quickly move behind the couch, my back resting against it and Lorenzo follows suit.

"Don't tell me they are Russians again." He said.

"Fine. I won't" Bullets keep flying in the room, making it nearly impossible to exit the room without being hit at least once. "Where are the others?"

"Hopefully out of here." He said as he searched his pockets.

"What are you looking for?" My whole body freezes as a bullet passes through the couch right beside my waist.

"My phone." I nearly let out a frustrated groan as I realise mine is in my purse which is probably lying on the floor. "Cazzo. Where is your phone?"

"In my purse." I point to our back. "I'll go get it." I say as I shifted to get to the side of the couch but he pulls me back next to him.

"You are not going there." He grips my hand firmly.

"My phon-"

"You are going to get shot." He reminds me, the endless shower of bullets continuing. "I will go get it."

"You can get shot t-" Not letting me finish my sentence, he spoke. "Stay here." The next thing I know, he is out from behind the couch, going straight into clear view to get shot.

"Please don't get shot." I mumble to myself, clamping my hands together to prevent them from shaking as the foreign feeling of caring for someone builds up inside me.

The next few seconds feels like hours, stretching into eternity. I let out a sigh of relief as he gets back behind the couch, breathing heavily. "Are you alright?" I assess him for any injuries but fine none.

"Yeah." He gives me my phone and I waste no time dialling Valeria's number. I let out a frustrated groan, trying Ezra's phone. "They are going to voicemail."

"We need to get out of here." He looks around the room. "Our only exit is the door."

"But it leads straight to the lower level where we don't know how many of them are even there." I remind him.

"We don't have a choice right now. They may blow this place up." I nod, clutching my gun in my hand. "Here. Keep this with you. I activated the tracker on it." I take his hand, placing my phone in it.

He pockets my phone and we both slowly get up. The bullets had ceased but I had no doubt that all the guns were aimed at the room, waiting to fire the second we move. "Let's go." Still in a crouching position, we stealthily move towards the door that seems too far away.