Page 16 of Princess's Revenge
“Now, keep your gun hand loose at your side, close your eyes and picture the man I’ve told you to. Picture the scene.”
She huffs out a breath and nods.
Now she’s ready.“That man you’re picturing on the target…he works for the people who had your mother, your father and your two brothers killed…it’s him.He’s right in front of you.”
Her eyes are still closed, but she starts breathing hard.
The people who put the hit out on your family…they’re still out there. That man on the target…he’s the hitman…he pulled the trigger.”
She shifts her stance anxiously. She snorts like a wild bull waiting to be set free.
“Keep your eyes closed. When I speak the name…I want you to open your eyes, point at the target and fire.”
She nods and shifts anxiously again.
“The name of the family who ordered the hit is,” I pause before I say it.
“WHAT?”
I wait another few seconds…then say, “Cassaduchi!”
Andrea’s eyes fly open and she takes aim.POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!She empties the seven-shot magazine all at once. She does it one handed and hits the target with every bullet.
When it’s over, she slams the gun on the counter and grabs a handful of my collar, “Your father said they’d been dealt with!”
“Dealt with doesn’t mean dead,” I pull her hand off me, “it means dealt with.”
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“You’ll have to ask my father.”
She’s fuming. Good. “Why the hell did you tell me this if you were just going to say—Ask my father?”
I point to the target, “Ever see someone handle a gun for the first time like that?” I raise my brow for effect. “Now, you know how to shoot. You’re going to need to.”
CHAPTER 6
Christopher brings me back to the house on his ATV. I don’t say a word to him the whole time. When we get to my room, I let myself in, and tell him I wanted to talk to his father. He nods, and leaves, locking me in.
Bunch of lying assholes!
It’s one thing after the next with them. I can’t figure out whether they’re using me or if they want to help me.
I spent sixteen years grinding my teeth in my sleep, having the same nightmare—half that time with shrinks and social workers telling me it was all in my mind…and halfthattime renting out my pussy for room and board to men like Jack Smith.
Now, in just over twenty-four hours, I’ve been told it’s all real. I’m not who I thought I was…and more importantly, nothing has been done to avenge the deaths of my family members.
How could that cop and paramedic think they were doing me a favor by putting me in a fucking orphanage?!
I want to tear someone’s head off—I want to start with Vincent Bertinelli!
They all think they’re so tough. WhatI’vebeen through in the last sixteen years makes their lives look like a Saturday morning cartoon.
Fuck the lot of them!
Mikey…my brother. Nothing can make me forget him. He was the one who always looked after me.No matter what was going on, he was always there.
They took him from me!