Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno - Chapter 114: Chapter 114

-Evangeline.
"You betrayed me... again"
His eyes had darkened, and a vicious expression contorted his face into a completely different person. Nikolai wasn't there anymore, it was the monster. The monster; who was ready to shed the blood of anyone who stood in his way.
And right now I was his prime target.
A splatter of blood sprayed over my face as a man was shot within a foot of me. His face was indistinguishable due to the gleaming red blood splattered across it.
His body hit the ground before my eyes. The glass windows shattered all around us, I placed both of my hands over my ears, ducking down. Bullets were splattering off the ground all around me.
People were screaming, running around, hiding under the tables. It was chaos. I looked back to the spot Nikolai was standing a second ago, no one was there.
He had left, Scott had left.
I looked towards the door and saw Nikolai's soldiers, taking covers; their guns loaded up.
Then it was a literal bloodbath. My breath got stuck in my throat, and my eyes watered. I couldn't believe what was happening as I fell into utter silence.
It was all so perfect just a few seconds ago.
Someone pushed me back, shoving me behind a giant pillar and I looked at the man to whom that hand belonged to. It was Marco; he hid behind a table and had blood over his clothes.
He got out from behind it, blindly shot, and then ducked down again.
I dropped down to the floor to level with him. "Marco, are you hurt?"
He shot a hateful glare my way. "As if you care!" he snapped, reloading his gun.
"I didn't do this, Marco, please, you have to believe me."
He got out from behind the table once more and emptied his gun before dropping down to the floor again. "The only reason I am trying to keep you alive is that I don't want you to die an easy death!"
"Marco..." I breathed out.
"What you did to Lorenzo is fucking unforgivable, Evangeline. You are just like your father was, I'm sure you must have made him proud!" saying that he rolled over to the other side, grabbed a gun of one of the dead soldiers, and then got out of the hall through the nearest exit.
I looked around and realized everyone had left, all the people who were hiding all around me had somehow found a way to get out.
I was only surrounded by a couple of dead bodies, shards of broken glass windows, and blood, so much blood.
I heard the faint voice of Nikolai from the outside of the hall, he was barking out orders to his men. I picked up a single sentence through it. "Spare no one..."
The bullets were filtering through the air, I crawled over to a guard and took his gun. I needed to be out there, I had no idea what was going on, I needed to make Nikolai believe that I didn't betray him, not like this. I know that I lied about Lorenzo but this was never my plan, I was against spilling blood whether it's his men or mine.
What confused me was why our men would attack Nikolai.
It was a suicide...
But before I could get up and walk out, someone slammed the butt of the gun onto the back of my head.
"Ah..." a breathless groan left my mouth as I held the back of my head with both of my hands and curled up into a ball on the floor.
A splitting pain erupted through my head followed by a burning sensation. The ache felt like pins creeping along my spinal cord. I was overwhelmed with agonizing fiery pain, I tried opening my eyes to see who it was but my vision had turned hazy.
"Hey, there, boss..." I heard a familiar voice say followed by a menacing chuckle.
I turned on my back and forced my eyes open. Enzo was hovering over me with a malicious smile on his face, he had placed his hands over his knees, and he was hunching over, watching me with nothing but
amusement.
"En zo..." I croaked out.
"Tch teh teh, this is so sad, look at yourself, Evangeline. You're pathetic. You could have been so much more, you had the potential but you wasted it... For what? To be Costello's dumb little whore?" saying that, he kicked me in the stomach with his good foot.
My body flew to the other side, I grabbed my stomach and tried to swallow the pain.
"I had plans for us, I had our future perfectly planned out. You and I will get married, have children, wait till your uncle Luca died, so I could fucking shoot you in the head and take over the Moretti empire but you ruined it, you ruined everything for Costello."
I glared at him through the pain, I eyed the gun resting within a foot of me before turning my attention back to him. I didn't want him to know my next move, now all I had to do was to crawl to the gun without him noticing what I was aiming for. It tortured me to move, so I kept my movements small and steady.
I shook my head, "Enzo, you didn't have to do this. Nikolai will kill all of our men, it's suicide..." I managed to say.
"Our men? OUR MEN?!" he laughed, "My men! When I said I hand-picked every single one of these three-hundred and thirty men, I meant I picked the men who were loyal to me not you. The rest of the Moretti men were loyal to you, there were of no use to me, so I left them behind in Sicily."
I glared at him, "You-"
"All it took were a few misogynistic assholes who couldn't bear to answer to a woman and deemed you highly unfit to rule. That's all it took to turn them all against you, I persuaded them into believing that you were the enemy, and trust me that was the easiest shit I have ever done after you opened your legs for Costello."
He walked closer to me, I glanced at his injured foot, the one that I had shot. And as he was about to say something again, I slammed my heel into his wound, making him bend over and hiss in pain.
I took the chance and got up. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and held his gun hand against his chest, the gun caught under the jacket and I hit him twice more with my right hand, square in the nose. He staggered and I shoved him away.
I swung back around and roundhouse kicked him in the stomach real hard. He stammered out a curse, his injured foot was now laced with blood as it spurted out of his shoe.
"You fucking bitch!"
He kicked me in the shin, making me lose my footing. I felt my feet fly out from under me and my back slammed into the ground, but before I could get up, he was over me, he placed his knee between my chest
and pushed it down hard.
He raised his fist and I raised my arms up in time to block his punch. Our faces were coated in the red liquid that was dripping onto our chests, staining our once-clean clothes.
"I'm the one who taught you how to fight, Evangeline. You can never outshine the master."
Though my vision was blurred from sweat and blood, I was raging mad and wanted to rip his head off
I grabbed the gun that was now resting just beside my face and I slammed it against his cheek, breaking the skin and probably his cheekbone.
He let out a string of profanities before he used his leverage of being over me and gripped my head. He repeatedly slammed and banged the back of my head into the ground. I wrapped my hands around his neck, digging my fingernails into his flesh.
I tried to stop him, I tried to fight back but when my head collided with the tiled floor with such force that a painful vibration reverberated throughout my skull making me disorientated, I felt my strength leaving
my body.
His fist crashed against my cheekbone, knocking my face to the floor with a loud cracking noise.
"You and I, we would have been good together but you chose him. And now..." I saw him loading his gun as he pointed the barrel over my forehead. "Say goodbye to your husband, Evangeline..."
I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. I was done with this life anyway.
I took a long breath as a tear slid down my cheek dropping to the ground.