Matteo is going to die.
Nero is going to die.
They are all going to fucking die alongside all of their men. I’ll wipe all of them out with my bare fucking hands one by one. I’ll make them watch too. They can watch as I kill each of them one by one so they know what’s coming to them next. I want to be able to smell their fucking fear, to be able to taste it in the air.
Did they think they would get away with this? If Dragna dies… I will put their heads on fucking spikes at the gates of his house.
It’s been three hours since we found him and got him home. Doctors brought him down here to our OR to do emergency surgery and after Alina passed out and I got her checked by another doctor, I’ve been outside the room Dragna is in, pacing up and down, not knowing if he’s alive or dead.
The fact we got to him so quickly and got a pulse back has me holding out hope he’ll come back to us, but the blood… there was so much blood. I’m covered in it, like it’s the only sign that he was ever alive, that he existed, and a part of me doesn’t want to wash it off or change into clean clothing. I feel like I’m holding onto the last part of him even if it sounds sick.
“Come onmoy brat.You can’t leave us in this mess. You can’t die and leave Willow. You can’t leave me.” My voice cracksas I press my hands up to the steel doors speaking out loud to him, hoping somehow he can hear me.
We’ve always had a strong connection. We’re more than cousins, more than brothers. He’s my fucking lifeline, he’s all I’ve had since my mother and sisters were taken from me. Aunt Milena and our grandfather raised me, but Dragna moulded me. He made me the man I am. He protected me and there have been countless times when he put his life on the line for me over the years of being soldiers within the Bratva together.
I fist my hands and let out loud groan of frustration, anger and sadness.
“BLYAT’”
I pound my fist against the wall and I search my mind wondering what Dragna would want me to do, not as his family, but as his Sovetnik. I let out a humourless laugh at all the times he’s told me to control my emotions because this is exactly what he was talking about.
We know the Italians have Willow, we know they shot Dragna, Alina collapsed and there’s around forty of our men upstairs waiting for orders on what to do and all I can focus on is standing outside this operating room letting my emotions get the better of me.
What the fuck am I doing? Dragna would be screaming at me to pull my shit together and form a fucking plan, to get out of my head and take these fuckers down in a calculating way just like he would.
I let out a breath, knowing this is the time to step the fuck up. I place my hand on the doors and close my eyes, hoping again that Dragna can somehow hear me when I speak.
I punch the wall one last time before composing myself and placing a hand on the doors separating Dragna from me.
I can do this.
“I’ll be back later with Willow. You better be fucking alive when I bring her homemoy brat.”
Chapter Fifty Three
Willow
It has to of been a few hours since I’ve woken up here. When they left me alone after ensuring I was alive I’ve been waiting for the moment someone comes back in and all the horrible things I’ve conjured up in my mind actually happen.
Suddenly, the door swings open so hard it bounces off the wall and the noise makes me wince as it aggravates the nonstop headache I’ve had since opening my eyes.
I look up as a tall, muscular man walks towards me. He looks like he could break me with a snap of his fingers and all I can think about is what he’s going to do to me.
I notice he’s carrying a bottle of water, fresh clothes and sandwich, all while looking like he wants to kill me. He sets everything down before making his way to me and I cower away from him, closing my eyes as I feel his hands touch my arms. He runs his hands up from my shoulders to where I’m tied at my wrists above me as he brings his head down to my ear. My chest rises and falls quickly with each small breath I take as he grips both of my wrists in his one hand while he brings the other to my throat.
“These are from Nero. He’ll be in to see you soon.” He whispers in a voice so soft that doesn’t match his aggressive actions.
My breathing hitches as he lets go of me and begins untying my arms then lowers himself to my feet, untying my ankles.
“Don’t get any stupid ideas of trying to escape now you’re untied. Eat the food, change out of your piss stained clothesand drink the fucking water.” He spits out at me, completely different to how he spoke in my ear.
He turns without waiting for any sort of reply from me and storms back out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him. What the hell is happening right now. Why shoot Dragna, why kidnap me and do the horrible things they’ve done just to feed me and bring me fresh clothes.
I can’t stop thinking of the moment I saw Dragna looking up at me and the amount of blood pouring from him. What if he’s dead? It’s all my fault if he is, all because I didn’t get in the car and because I was the one who asked to go for a drive.
What about Alina and the girls back at the house? Alina’s dad is behind all of this too. What happens to her? What if they’ve manage to take her as well? And Lev, he will never forgive me if something happens to Dragna, all his men will want me dead. Is Ella still missing, has Tommy still got her? What about my parents? How will they feel when they realise I’m missing or my body turns up somewhere?
I’m completely spiralling now but I know that there is no way I’m getting out of here alive and even if I somehow do, I’ll have the blame of all these terrible things happening and someone will still want me dead to pay for it all.
