My knees meet the hard surface of the ground, a hand pushing at the junction between my shoulder blades.

"Fucking asshole." I grunt under my breath. My muscles sing with pain, bruises blooming from the car accident. I pay them no mind as I try and figure out who took Harley and I.

I narrow my eyes under the hood they put over my head, mind reeling with possibilities. Enemies I've made over my short 17 years.

There was a lot.

I grind my teeth, twisting my hands behind my back to try and loosen the rope. It doesn't work, the twisted rope digging into my skin even more.

"Shoot them." A gruff voice interrupts my thinking and my head tilts to the side slightly

Excuse me? I'll shoot you, you little fucker.

I narrow my eyes in the direction the voice came from, thinking of how I'll kill them once I'm free.

"No." A voice snaps, the rumble of it tumbling down my spine and causing it to tense.

Harley moves beside me, brushing my shoulder.

"Enzo?" Her whispered voice causes me to move my wrists more. Clenching my teeth at the pain that dances from the wound the ropes is creating. "Alessio?!"

"Harley?" A new voice echoes and I tilt my head in slight curiosity, trying to place a name to the new voice.

Alessio.

The ropes dig into my wrist as I twist them in earnest, trying in vain to get them off.

"Will somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?!" I spit as the skin starts tearing under the ropes, my own crimson blood most likely painting the rope red.

The silence becomes deafening, the murmuring of multiple men assaulting my ears.

I breathe out and close my eyes, focusing my hearing on the voices.

I count the different tones in my head, the accents, and the language they are using.

Italians, of course.

Fuck you, Enzo, for getting me into this shit.

But why did they take Harley and I? They couldn't possibly know about the team already.

"Kill the girl." My head snaps to the voice, shoulders bunching as I move closer to where I can feel Harley.

Chuckles fill the air.

Harley sucks in a harsh breath by my side, I can practically hear her erratically beating heart.

I move slightly over, my shoulder touching her, trying to give her as much comfort as I can in the position I'm in.

I was just collateral damage; I was never the intended target. But why do they want to kill Harley? Obviously, these men don't think for themselves, so why does Enzos' father want her dead?

I have to get her out of here.

My eyes widen as something whispers through the air, the sound of a body dropping hits next.

Trust me, it's a body, I know that sound.

The men swear, shouts echoing as bullet after bullet hit the cement wall. I feel as Harleys body flinches against mine at the sound. Before silence ensues.

A shot echoes, the loudness of it competing with the other ones.

Another body meets the first. I twist my hands more, frantic to get the rope off.

The shots start all over again.

It loosens slightly and I clench my teeth and pull harder, the rope eventually falling to the floor.

I hastily rip the hood from my head, brown hair falling around my shoulders as I throw the hood to the ground.

My eyes stray to the shadows as another bullet pierces the air. My eyes connecting to a pair of hazel ones before she's moving again.

Stupid fucking bitch, I love her.

I quickly pull the hood from Harleys head. Pulling at her ropes in vain as my fingertips slip from them, pain ringing my wrists.

Two pairs of footsteps erupt behind me. I twist, pushing my leg out and tripping the person without looking at them.

Enzo stumbles before catching himself, glaring down at me.

"Sorry." I hush, wincing.

The remaining six men run around the building level. Eyes trained on where Paisley is shooting from.

Alessio runs past me. Skidding to a stop behind Harley and quickly undoing the ropes as Enzo pulls me up from the ground.

"C'mon." He snaps and grabs my elbow, pulling me away from the carnage and through the closest door.

"Whose shooting?" Harley yells as Alessio releases her from the chair.

"Who fucking cares, let's go." Alessio snaps, putting his hand on her shoulder and shoving her through the doorway.

He grunts as the sounds of bullets hitting the wall by his head, his leg crumbling under his own weight. Hands curling around his lower abdomen.

"Fuck!"

"Alessio!"

Enzo twists back, running for his brother as Harley runs to me, I shove her behind me as the shots in the other room grow.

"Go!" Alessio grunts, pushing Enzos' shoulder, "Go! Go Enzo. I'll be fine."

He stumbles through the doorway and I rush toward him, swooping under his arm.

"Get his side!" I snap at Enzo and he does, lifting up Alessios' other arm and taking his weight.

"Let's go." I whisper, nodding at Harley as she takes the lead.

We rush through the room and another doorway, my eyes scanning for an exit.

I spot another door and start leading us that way as the fight in the room starts to cease.

"Hurry."

Without another word, I push open the door and rush us through, seeing Enzos car.

"Keys." I spit and he quickly gives them to me, I throw them to Harley. "You drive, we're going to look after Alessio."

She nods her head, "Okay." And quickly gets in the front seat, waiting until we are in the back before speeding off.

I slightly lift Alessios shirt, peaking at the wound blossoming on his skin and wince.

"He needs stitches."

"We are not going to the fucking hospital." Alessio grinds out through clenched teeth.

"Where the hell are we fucking going then!?" Harley screams, frantic eyes looking in the mirror at us.

"Not our House either." Alessio spits, his hand coating with blood.

"You need help." I hiss back

His blue eyes pin on mine, "I'll be fine."

I blink at him before glancing at Enzo, he nods at me.

"Can we go to yours, Harls?' Enzo asks, a rushed note of concern in his voice.

She hesitates, glancing slightly at me in the rear-view mirror.

"It'll be fine." Alessio whispers towards her, though I'm not sure if he's talking about his wound.

Her eyes fill with terror before she looks away, "Yeah."

I look back at Alessio, eyeing the wound.

I could stitch him up myself, but where's the fun in that?

"Give me your phone." I hold my hand out to Enzo and he drops it in my palm after a suspicious glance. "I know someone who can help." I emphasise. "And they took mine." I nod my chin back the way we came.

With quick fingers, I type in a number I know by heart.

Come to Harleys' house.

It beeps with a reply seconds later.

Kind of busy at the moment.

I roll my eyes, of course she fucking is. She just saved our asses.

Alessio was shot. Is stitching him up not a good way to get into the inner circle? I text her before deleting the text, so the evidence isn't left for Enzo to find.

On my way.

I smirk and hand Enzo the phone, "She'll be there."