Chapter Thirty Three

She rolled herself into a ball trying to protect herself but her hands were tied so she had no way of preventing the thud to her knees only just managing to turn her face to one side. The wind was knocked out of her and her head hit the side of the car knocking her out.

Lucian heard the shouts and then the gunshots and he raced down the stairs followed by the rest of his men.

Caleb levelled his gun at the Italian as he burst through the door,

‘You messed with the wrong guy.’

He snarled turning to shoot one of Lucian’s men stupid enough to rush him,

‘Did you think I would sit back while you took what is mine?

Without any warning he shot the Don in his knee then stood over him,

‘Don’t ever fuck with me again. Leave the country immediately. Get on your fucking plane and go home to Italy or I will kill the fucking lot of you’

He snarled and looked across at his men, Anthony was gently picking Trina up from the floor and he gasped at the cut on her head.

‘Fuck Luca she’s hurt’

She moan