Elsa

“Marco!” Alessia shouts, and he suddenly lets me go. I straighten as Sal launches himself at Marco, and I barely get out of the way as the two tumble to the ground. They begin wrestling for Marco's gun, and I see my chance. I had to get the fuck out of there.

I don’t hesitate. I run through the parking lot and then dart around a corner heading for the crowds on the beach, my arms pumping as my legs churn. My stomach protests but I manage to keep from barfing. I am no runner, but I put all my energy into escaping.

Arms wrap around me from behind,...