Chapter 110

Mena

Anson groaned in pain as he fell to the floor and clutched his leg. He had been shot, and through my state of fear, I noticed Alessio was unharmed.

He had dodged Anson's bullet. Of course, he had. All of this was nothing new to him, and I bet he had found himself in these kinds of situations about a hundred times. One on one, he could easily take Anson.

His pace was calm as he walked closer to Anson and kicked his gun aside. Now he had eliminated any way for Anson to defend himself. Anson's eyes narrowed with defeat, and so did mine.

As Alessio towered over him, I braced myself for the gunshot I was sure would come, but instead, he placed his foot on Anson's throat. It was not enough to choke him, but enough to hurt him. "The keys?" Alessio spoke.

Anson struggled against the pain, but his gaze shifted to his pocket. Alessio grabbed the key with a swift motion, then made his way toward me.

He didn't say a word as he removed the cuffs from my wrist. Then he pulled my jeans back up