Signora's Theatrical Revenge

There wasn’t a day that I woke up and did not regret having once loved such a cruel man, nor did I ever stop wishing I could break his, and his snake-of-a-wife's neck.

But before I could even get the chance to act, that bastard beat me to it. I was gone before I even realized.

Seriously, the nerve!

That day was supposed to be as dull as ever, but then a guard suddenly barged into my room.

“Signora, the Russos! It’s a raid!”

His brain exploded before the words even registered in my head. Then Dominic Russo stormed in, looking ready to kill.

“Where’s Talia?” he demanded, barely holding back his fury.

“I already told you, I don’t know where your damn wife is,” I repeated the same words I told him on the phone. And it was the truth. I had stayed clear of these bastards for a long time—why would I bother keeping his wife from him?

Dominic fired a warning shot that just barely missed my ear.

“I never miss, Adriana. Give me my wife and child back,” he growled through gritted teeth.

I was baffled. Why did he keep insisting I had his wife? How insulting.

“Screw you, Dominic!” I snapped. “I already told you, I don’t have her! Your bitch means nothing to me!”

With a look of disgust, he rained me with bullets, but I quickly rolled and took cover on the other side of my bed.

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled, grabbing my gun stash from under the mattress. “When did you start using your ass to think?”

I fired back, taking down his men.

“Enough with your mind games, Adriana. I know all about your threats to Talia. You just can’t leave us alone, can you? Meeting you was the biggest regret of my life!”

His words stung more than any bullet could. He used to tell me I was his ideal woman with a sugary sweet voice. Now, he was treating me like the worst scum.

I stepped out of hiding, facing him head-on, both of us aiming guns at each other’s heads.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to shit on your graves. But I’ve lived in silence for five fucking years. Why would I throw away my peace for some petty bullshit?” I spat, my rage fueling every word.

“Silence?” Dominic scoffed, matching my steps as we closed the distance. “You pathetic liar. You never missed a day sending us threats. Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe you didn’t kidnap my wife? Bullshit!”

“I’ll never admit to something I didn’t do,” I scoffed, adding, “You pig-headed mule.”

“You insufferable bitch!” Dominic screamed, pulling the trigger—only to realize he was out of bullets.

I thought I had the upper hand and aimed to shoot him, but my mag was empty too.

“Fanculo!” I cursed, tossing the gun at his face before bolting for the window. Jumping from the third floor would hurt like hell, but it was better than staying in a room with that bastard.

However, I underestimated Dominic’s cunningness. I made a beeline for my grand escape, only to find his armed men waiting for me.

“You’re not getting out of here alive, Adriana. The Salvatori family ends here,” Dominic’s voice came from behind me.

Rage boiled over as I watched them set fire to our family’s ancestral estate.

“Russo!” I screamed, spinning around, only to freeze when I saw him holding my nanny and the steward—who were like parents to me—at gunpoint.

“Tell me where Talia is, or I’ll put a bullet in their skulls,” Dominic demanded coldly.

What the hell did he expect me to say?

“I told you, I don’t fucking know!”

Without hesitation, he shot the steward dead, and I gasped in shock.

“Last chance,” he said, his voice like ice.

I was torn. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing my nanny crying broke my heart. I couldn’t bear to see her die too.

“Fine!” I shouted. “I kidnapped your wife. Happy now? Just let her go!”

Dominic’s expression twisted with rage, and as our eyes locked, he pointed his gun at me and tattered me with bullets.

That should have been my end—until I jolted awake in my bed, gasping for air and drenched in sweat.

"What the hell just happened?"

I shot up, feeling the darkness pressing in around my room. Confusion swirled in my mind. I should be dead, so why am I still breathing?

I flicked on the light, my eyes scanning the neat, untouched furniture. There was no sign of the bloody chaos I last remembered.

I let out a disbelieving laugh. "Did I just have a freaking nightmare?"

If that was a dream, it was the wildest one I’ve ever had. Maybe it was just some twisted manifestation of unresolved issues. But I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off.

Then, a wave of déjà vu hit me when my phone rang.

[Unknown Number Calling…]