His Bride Of Revenge

**Elena's POV**

Someone should have warned me that tonight might be the night I die... or at least almost die.

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"No… no… no, what was that?” I screamed as glass shattered behind me.

"That was obviously a gunshot. Oh God! Not tonight, please.” My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. My whole body tensed as the sharp smell of gunpowder filled the car.

I pressed the gas pedal hard and gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to regain control.

Through the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of two headlights rushing toward me, and my hands instinctively tightened on the wheel.

"What am I going to do? Elena, you’ve got to think… think…” My chest tightened, and cold sweat broke out across my forehead, dripping into my eyes, while my palms slipped on the wheel.

"Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the engine’s roar. “Please, God, help me.”

The street ahead was empty, with streetlights stretching across the wet road. Milan at night looked too peaceful for something like this to be happening.

Another shot hit my side mirror, and the glass shattered with a loud crash. I flinched, swerving to avoid losing control. 

“Who are you?” I shouted into the night, slamming the steering wheel in frustration. “What do you want from me?”

My mind raced with a million thoughts.

“I couldn’t just sit here. I had to do something.” My heart raced as I reached for the small black gun from the glove compartment. Papa’s advice echoed in my mind: “Never leave home without it.” Thank goodness I had it with me tonight.

I rolled down the window, feeling the wind on my face as I aimed with shaking hands. “Come on,” I whispered, desperation in my voice. “Come closer.”

And they did.

I fired twice but missed. The SUV swerved but quickly regained control, getting even closer.

Just then, my phone vibrated on the dashboard, lighting up with a text from an unknown number. I glanced at the screen for a second.

*An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.*

“Oh God… I’m in deep trouble.” My hands trembled so violently I could barely hold the wheel.

The Lorusso clan. 

I’d heard that phrase since I was a kid, whispered at funerals and left as a warning after attacks.

They had haunted my family for years with a vendetta that seemed endless. My father had warned me about them constantly, and I saw what they did to my mother.

Now they have found me.

“Why do I have such horrible luck?” 

I couldn’t move, just sat there stunned by the impossible truth that this was really happening.

My hand trembled as I raised the gun, my fingers tightening on the trigger. I shot again. This time the bullet shattered their windshield, but they showed no signs of stopping.

Then I felt it… a bullet struck my shoulder. Pain exploded through me, making the gun slip from my hand as