Chapter 5 Emily

Evelyn's Pov

"Where is Raffaele?" I ignored her, and her smile fell. "In his office," Enzo answered. I cast a glance at her again before leaving for his office.

"What did you tell her?" I asked immediately as I opened the door.

His sharp gaze met mine. "How dare you enter without knocking?" he roared.

"If you didn't tell your sister something about me, I wouldn't be here this morning," I shot back.

He looked at me for a moment and sighed. "What did I tell her?" he asked, massaging his head. For a moment, I could read his expression before he masked it. He was tired.

"You told your sister I was her sister-in-law."

"Emily is very perceptive," he replied, leaning back in his chair, studying me with those intense eyes. "Emily is... eager. She assumes a lot," he said finally.

"How does that have to do with me?"

"You are my property I get to do anything I want with you besides I told her that to keep her safe" he finally said the reason

"Safe from what?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"From Dominenco, from other rivals, from anyone who might want to use her against me," Raffaele replied, his tone cool.

"Why will they use her against you?" I asked.

"You are asking too much, leave my office," His commanding tone returned.

I glared at him before leaving his office. I met his sister leaning against the wall outside Raffaele's office.

When she saw me, she straightened up. "I am sorry if I said something wrong," she said with a sad face.

I sighed, unsure of what to say. "You didn't do anything wrong," I told her and She smiled faintly.

"I am Evelyn," I said, extending my hand. Emily looked at it and then surprised me by pulling me into a hug.

It was warm, and I liked it. I quickly pulled away, not wanting to get too comfortable.

"I am Emily, Raffaele's little sister," she said excitedly. "Since we are friends now, we have shopping to do for you" She dragged me with her without allowing me to talk.

How is she Raffaele's sister? She is nothing like him. She stirred up the longingly I had when I was little- a sister's love and affection.

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I glanced around the shopping mall, spotting Raffaele's men. They were standing nearby, blending in.

"What do you think of this?" She raised a white blazer diverting my attention "No" I said

"We will take that" She decided, removing it from the rack.

"You need dinner and formal dresses," Emily said, heading to another section.

Suddenly, the mall erupted in chaos as glass shattered and men in black burst in, firing their guns. The room quickly filled with choking gas.

I turned and didn't see Emily beside me. I searched through the clothing selection until I saw her, frozen in fear. A man with a gun was aiming in her direction through the smoke.

"Emily, get down!" I shouted, running to her. I threw myself over her, protecting her as the smoke filled my lungs.

Her eyes were full of tears, but there was no time for crying. I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the elevator.

Once inside, I hit the button and the doors closed. Emily sat on the floor, clutching her knees and sobbing.

She sat down holding her knees while crying. I just watched her cry, not knowing how to console her.

"Stay here and don't open the doors for anything until you count to 60," I said after a while. She had stopped sobbing but was still sniffling.

"Where are you going?" Fear was written all over her face.

"I have to check if everything is clear."

"Please don't leave me," she pleaded, tears gathering in her eyes.

"If you want Raffaele to find you, you have to be alive," I pressed the open button and left her in the elevator.

There were bodies on the floor; I could see a few of Raffaele's men down. The mall was silent, but I knew danger was still lurking. I quickly went to the racks of clothes and pulled two kaftans.

Exactly 60 seconds later, I pressed the button for the elevator. Emily pushed herself to the corner. "Wear this," I threw it at her.

She listened without asking questions. I had to get her to safety before Raffaele found her.

We both left the elevator, covering our faces. The front was too dangerous, so I looked for the back door.

"Don't walk too fast or too slow," I quietly told her when I saw two men in black. I changed our route. "We can go to Raffaele's penthouse; it is safe there," she said when we were far from the mall.

I saw a car parked by a bookshop and looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Give me your hairpin," I said, approaching the car.

"Here," she said, removing it from her hair and handing it to me. I picked the lock while she covered me.

"Get in the car," I said after opening the door and the other side for her.

I needed something to break open the steering box. I looked everywhere in the car and finally found a knife.

This is better; it is just going to take time. I used the knife in the keyhole, trying to get the car to start, and after a few minutes, it did. Thank goodness.

"Hey!" I heard a man scream before I drove off. I sighed loudly and looked at Emily to see her staring outside, filled with so many emotions.

"You will be fine," I assured her, and she turned to me and forced a smile.

"Punch in his address in the GPS," I told her, and she did immediately.

I was amazed at the penthouse. It was beautiful from the outside. "Why here?" my eyes were still on the building.

"He told me that if I was in trouble, I should come here." That makes sense. She got out of the car. "Are you not coming with me?"

"I have to dispose of the car. Go inside; I will come after," she hesitated, but she did as I told her.

I needed to leave the car on another route in case it was being tracked.

Far from the penthouse, a bullet hit the back glass, and I checked the mirror. Two cars were after me.

The owner of the car must have alerted them. They were late, as I had completely changed my direction from Emily.

I increased my speed to lose them, but they kept following me. I had to get them off my track.

I checked the GPS. There was a shallow place ahead I could jump through. Another bullet passed through and brushed my shoulder.

I groaned in pain as I swirled the car. I bit my lips as the pain took over my body. I tore the dress and pressed it on the wound. I was losing blood.

I was almost at the slope, so I turned around to face the car but drove backward. In 5 seconds, I would jump out.

"5"

I stepped on the accelerator.

"4" I took the knife and hooked it so that the bottom pressed hard on the accelerator.

The pain was getting worse, and I groaned.

"3" I stopped and started moving forward.

"2" I opened the car door. The car was closer to me now.

"1" I left the wheel and jumped out of the car, rolling towards the slope.

The cars collided and blew up. I kept rolling until my head hit a big rock, and I passed out.