THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

“Clock’s ticking, Theresa.” Brad said, aiming the gun at her. “Pick up that gun right now and shoot the man behind you, or else I’ll shoot you.”

Theresa stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Alfred stood behind her, his hands pocketed in his trousers.

The broad smirk on Alfred’s face was infuriating Brad.

“I said pick up that gun and shoot him!” He yelled, his finger brushing the trigger. “Choose one. Him or your life?”

Theresa slowly bent and age picked up the gun. She gazed at it for a while before cocking it, then she turned around, and she aimed at Alfred’s forehead.

A wicked smirk broke out of Brad’s lips. “Now pull the trigger and end his life.” He said.

Alfred remained calm as Theresa pointed the gun at his head. The both of them held each other’s gazes without saying a word.

Brad was boiling in anger already. “Stop wasting time, Theresa! Pull the trigger or I’m gonna shoot you.” He ssud with a threatening voice.

“I.. I am so sorry.” Theresa said, then she turned around swiftly an lodged two bullets into Brad’s arm.

“Arghh!!” Brad yelled and his gun fell from his grasp.

Alfred used that opportunity to dash towards Brad and landed an heavy kick on his face.

Brad fell flat on the floor, passing out immediately.

Alfred picked up his gun and he tucked it underneath his coat.

“We’ve got to leave immediately, Theresa. I’m sure the securities heard the gunshot and they’ll be heading towards this room.” Alfred said, and Theresa also tucked her gun underneath her jacket.

Theresa glanced at Brad who was laying unconscious in his own pool of blood.

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel bad for for shooting him. After all, he was he one who made her do it.

“Let’s go, Theresa.” Alfred said, then the both of them ran out of the room.

As they stepped inside an elevator, the securities appeared.

“Stop them!” One of the securities commanded, and they all sped towards the elevator.

Alfred and Theresa removed their guns and they both fired at the securities as the door slowly closed.

They shot nine of the securities dead before the elevator door finally closed.

Alfred checked the slugs of his gun and it was almost empty. Theresa also the slugs of her gun, and her bullet remained one.

“I’m sure the whole securities in this hotel must now be alerted. We don’t have much firepower, si making it out of this building alive is close to impossible unless we call for backup.” Alfred said, then he brought out his phone.

A frown creased his forehead when he saw the condition of his phone. The screen was badly damaged and he couldn’t press it.

The screen got damaged as a result of the fight he had with Brad and Theresa.

“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, tucking the phone back into his pocket, then he turned his gaze to Theresa who was gazing at her gun.

Theresa was kinda happy that his phone hit damaged. She knew Alfred must have recorded the conservation she had with Brad and that would blow her cover.

But now that his phone has been damaged, there’s no way he’ll listen to the recording and that made Theresa happy.

“What about your phone?” Alfred asked.

Theresa searched her pockets but she couldn’t find her phone.

“I think I left it in Brad’s room.” She said with a sigh.

“Let’s go back and get your phone so we can call the rest of the gang.” Alfred said.

“No, no, we can’t go back.” Theresa shook her had in disagreement.

Alfred shot up a brow.

“Why?”

“Dozens of securities might be in Brad’s to right now because hat was where the gunshot came from and we don’t have enough firepower to fight them.”

“Our guns are still loaded with bullets. We can still fight them and get the phone, then we call for backup.” Alfred said.

Theresa let out a soft sigh.

“What’s the assurance that my phone is still in that room? The securities might have taken it when they came to check Brad’s room. And even if it’s still there, we don’t know how many securities are in that room.”

Alfred let out a dejected sigh when he realized that Theresa had a point. Not even one, but three.

The securities must have ransacked Brad’s room, looking for evidences and they might have taken Theresa’s phone.

Also, Theresa and Alfred don’t have enough firepower and even if they go back to Brad’s room, they’ll be at disadvantage because they don’t know the number of securities in that floor.

“Seems like today is our death day.” Alfred said with a soft chuckle as the elevator continued to ride them down.

Theresa looked at his face and she held his hand.

“Don’t worry, my Lord. We are not gonna die.”

Alfred chuckled again.

“I’m not scared of dying.” He levelled his gaze on Theresa. “I’m actually scared of something else.”

Theresa furrowed her brows.

‘If he is really not scared of dying, then what is he actually scared of’ Theresa thought to herself and she became curious to know what Alfred was scared of.

“And what’s that, my Lord? What are you scared of?” She asked, curiously.

“It’s something personal.” Alfred simply replied.

“I know you’re scared of dying without seeing your Theresa again. You are pained by the fact that you won’t be able to see her if you die.” His subconscious mind said.

A tear slipped out of Alfred’s eye, and he wiped it off immediately.

The elevator finally came to halt, and the both of them cocked their guns while gaze intently at the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing dozens of securities waiting outside with heavily loaded weapons.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“There they are. Kill them!!!” One of the security men yelled.

Before the securities could fire at them, Alfred quickly pushed the elevator’s button and the door slowly shut.

Theresa heaved a sigh as the elevator rode them up. She turned her gaze to Alfred, and she knew he was worried.

The look on his face made it obvious that he was greatly disturbed by something.

His hands were crossed over his chest and his face was lowered.

‘What could possibly be disturbing his mind?’ Theresa thought as she continued gazing at Alfred.

Alfred was thinking of an escape plan. He wanted to make it out alive with the lady standing beside him at all cost.

‘I’m not fucking dying today. I must see my Theresa again, even if it’s for once before I die.’ Alfred thought to himself. He was filled with determination.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving and the lights went out.

“What the fuck just happened?” Alfred asked, glancing around the dark elevator.

Theresa replied, “I guess the power is out. We are trapped.”