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[ARTEMY]
I swiveled around and stalked back inside. My men followed close behind me.
“Boss, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I thought-” Milandro started but then quickly broke off.
I faced him, and he went to his knees, bowing his head, his gun placed in front of him. A posture of submission.
“I have failed you and Rebecca. You have every right to take my life.”
Bending down, I took his gun in my hand. “You are right. I can take your life right now. Only because you called my woman a bitch. You made a mistake, but that will be your last mistake.”
I stood up to my full height, but instead of pointing my gun to his head, I gave him an order. “Stand up.”
He stood up, facing me with his head still bowed down. “You have one more chance. Protect Rebecca with your life and you will be forgiven.”
I couldn’t condemn him for thinking what any of us would have thought. It was easier to think that Rebecca had betrayed us.
But I knew…my Angel would never do such thing.
“Brayden, track her phone,” I ordered. He nodded and took his phone out.
I rubbed a hand tiredly over my face as I looked around the room. “Leon, call in the other men. We are leaving as soon as we have Rebecca’s location.”
I was still talking when I caught a glimpse of the cake Rebecca baked for me the night before. Walking over to the dining table, my chest tightened with an unyielding pressure. All I could see was her sweet smiles. I heard her laughter, her melodious voice. And I felt her soft kisses.
When I reached the table, I froze, my eyes going to the item next to the cake.
I heard Brayden swear behind me before he spoke. “Artemy, her phone-”
I tried to suck in a breath, but I couldn’t breathe. I clenched my fists together as my heart fell. Screaming out in rage, I took Rebecca’s phone and threw it at the wall.
Without thinking, I threw the cake too. It splattered against the wall. I couldn’t stop. My anger was fueled further with the thought of my Angel being with Raffaele and having no way to find her.
The thought of him hurting Rebecca drove me insane.
My vision was covered with a red layer as I seethed. I destroyed everything around me. Nobody stopped me, because they knew I would destroy them too.
My body trembled with the need to kill. I was caught in the bloodlust.
There would be bloodshed. People were going to die, even those who were innocent. There was only death for those who would be in my path.
“This is war,” I growled, my voice as sharp as razors. My chest was heaving, my breathing ragged as I imagined blood around me.
I wanted to watch Raffaele’s blood pour out his body as he breathed his last breath. I needed it.
My blood boiled under my skin, fiery with a searing burn, prompting me to kill. Death. The monster roared, and this time I unleashed it. I embraced the darkness inside of me.
Because this was war.
Raffaele started it.
And I was going to end it.
***
[AVIM]
My car came to a stop in front of Raffaele’s beach house. I sat silently for a second, contemplating what to do and what was happening.
Whenever we had a meeting, he would call me to his clubs, but never to his estates. But now, I was sitting right outside one of his houses. He called me, asking me to meet him urgently.
And I came without a second thought.
Not because I wanted to. It was because I had to.
I couldn’t stand his ugly face. Every time I saw him, I had to repress the urge to cut his fucking body into pieces and feed it to the dogs. My hatred toward Raffaele held no bounds. I was disgusted by the very air he breathed.
And I wished that every time I saw him, I had the power to kill him and watch the life slowly leave his eyes as I ripped his fucking black heart out.
But I couldn’t do any of that.
I leaned against my seat with a sigh. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my raging thoughts and the need for bloodlust. I was here, and I had to get my job done.
Although one question burned through my thoughts.
What was he doing in Florida? I didn’t tell him about Boss’s trip.
That was a big fucking coincidence that he would be here at the same time as Boss.
Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and stepped out of the car. The door was already opened, so I walked inside without knocking. I didn’t have to. His men would already know I had arrived.
I saw a maid cleaning the kitchen, her back to me. “Where is Raffaele?” I asked, my voice grating.
She jumped almost five feet in the air before turning around, her hand over her chest. “Umm…he was in his office the last time I saw him,” she squeaked, her eyes filled with alarm.
“Where is his office?” She pointed silently to the end of the hall. Without a second glance, I followed her direction.
When I reached the end of the hall, I saw a man standing in front the door, guarding it. I nodded toward the door before speaking. “I need to see Raffaele. He called me.”
“Who are you?” he asked, his hand reaching for his gun.
“Avim.”
Recognition flashed in his eyes. “He’s not here. Boss went out about an hour ago. He had something to take care of.”
“I will wait for him,” I announced, sending him a chilling glare, daring him to refuse me. The man huffed and opened the door for me.
“He should be back soon,” he said, nodding toward the room. I went inside, and he followed me, closing the door behind him. Of course, he would follow me. No way would he have left me alone in Raffaele’s office. To him, I was an outsider.
What he didn’t realize was that I was also the insider.
I didn’t sit down. Instead, I paced the office.
Something felt wrong. Raffaele would never call me to his house, especially if he wasn’t here. And most importantly, what was he doing here? At the same time as us.
Did he have more spies than we thought?
I rubbed my hand over my head in frustration and tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape.
I was still pacing when something caught my eyes. It was just a small glimpse, but it was enough for me to stop dead in my tracks.
No fucking way. Fuck no.
I stomped to Raffaele’s desk and took the picture frame in my hand. I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me. Maybe it was. I blinked several times, but the picture was still there. She was still there.
I was looking into her green eyes.
Rebecca.
My mouth fell open, but I quickly snapped it shut, my jaw grinding with the force. I stared at the picture, my mind going blank for a second.
“Who is she?” I asked out loud, although I already had my answer.
“Boss’s woman,” the man simply replied.
My fingers tightened around the picture frame. “What’s her name?”
“Rebecca Cavalieri. The bitch ran away months ago. But Boss just found her. That’s where he went. She was hiding with the fucking Russians all this time. Can you believe it?” he said in disgust.
My stomach dropped, and I froze, my muscles locking tight at his words. This couldn’t be happening.
She was an Cavalieri. And Raffaele’s woman. Was she the traitor?
My chest tightened at that thought. No. I didn’t believe it. There was no way she would betray us.
I stared at the picture. Rebecca looked so different here. Her eyes weren’t glowing, like they did now. They were bleak, almost lifeless. She didn’t have a smile. Her face and posture were stiff.
This Rebecca looked like the one I had met the first time. When she was dirty, injured, and so fucking scared. The one who was broken.
Raffaele was the one who broke her. He was Rebecca’s tormentor.
The man’s voice sounded like he was under water as he continued to speak.
“Probably fucked every man there too. That’s what she’s good for. Though I’m not going to complain. Her pussy is one the best. She fit my cock like a glove.”
My mind raged, and I saw red. Placing the picture down, I reached for my gun. He didn’t have a chance to react or reach for his gun. I saw his eyes flare in surprise as I pointed my gun at him. And then I pulled the trigger.
One shot. One bullet, right in the middle of his throat. That was all I needed to kill him.
He sank to the ground soundlessly, his blood surrounded his seizing body. There was blood all over the office and the wall behind him, where some of his flesh had been splattered.
No one fucking talked about Boss’s woman like that. I would never show mercy on men like him.
Without sparing him another glance, I walked out of the office and got into my car. My vision was blinded with Rebecca’s picture. The broken look on her face.
And then his words rang through my ears.
The bitch ran away months ago. But Boss just found her. That’s where he went. She was hiding with the fucking Russians all this time.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, punching my steering wheel. I had to warn Artemy. I tore out of the driveway and called his cellphone at the same time.
But he didn’t pick up. Which never happened. He always picked up.
My shoulders ached with tension, and my throat felt suddenly dry. I kept my eyes on the road and drove mindlessly while trying to call the others.
But nobody answered their phones.
I swore loudly, throwing my phone on the seat beside me. The road was packed. I would never get there in time. Raffaele left an hour ago. He should have arrived by now. Or maybe he was waiting to attack?
That would have been the perfect time. There were not enough men to protect Rebecca or Boss.
Fuck no.
I couldn’t let that happen. Boss couldn’t lose Rebecca.
Not now. Not ever.
He wouldn’t survive it. Because I knew, if Rebecca lost herself, Boss would lose himself too-he would break.
And I couldn’t let that happen.
I punched the steering wheel again, and pain shot through my fingers. Quickly making a U-turn, I changed the route. For the next thirty minutes, I broke every traffic rule.
When I reached the beach house, I stepped out quickly. The driveway was eerily quiet. But death hung in the air. It was almost chilling.
I ran up the stairs and went into the house but froze in my steps at the sight in front of me.
The house was a mess. Completely destroyed.
Leon and Milandro were sitting on the couch, their heads in their hands, their posture defeated. Brayden was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, his face twisted in pain.
Both of Boss’s hands were braced against the wall. His face was turned away from me, but I could see his tensed shoulders. His whole body was rigid.
And I noticed something else, too.
Rebecca was nowhere to be found.
The realization almost brought me to my knees.
I was too late.