I crack my knuckles. “You two take the front and I will take the back. That way we cut them off on both entrances.”
I check my gun again and unlock the safety. I tuck another one in my waistband and a knife in my sock. Then, I roll my neck side to side to release some of the tension. The safety vest is under my shirt because I know that coward will try to shoot me, and I will not be taken away from my Isabella. Myaumir mui.
“Enzo, be careful and let’s get my fucking sister home.” Joseph looks at me through the review mirror from the passenger side.
My stare back to him is all he needs before we exit the vehicle and walk in unison toward the house underneath the darkness of the night sky. The house is a ratty, beat up, house with the paint chip has peeled off, the front gate is hanging by a thin piece of metal and the steps are partially broken. There is a hole in the roof, windows broken or have a board on them. A perfect hiding place to hide in plain sight.
I move silently to the front and motion to Angelo and Joseph to round the back as I climb the broken steps while trying to not make a sound. There is a light showing through the door and I can hear voices on the other side. I glance down once more to make sure my gun is unlocked before I raise my leg to kick the door, and it flies off the hinges. The voices I heard have to be Ian’s minions scramble for their weapons, but I am quicker than they are. I shot each one with in the middle of their chest. Aimed for the heart their death will be quick.
I hear Angelo and Joseph moving in from the back. Shooting at whomever crosses their paths as well. They meet me in the middle of the cock-roach infested living room that smells of death.
I’m about to tell them to split up when we hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Eduardo struts down like this is his castle, and we are his peasants.
“I see it did not take you long, Ricci. And you have made quit the mess of my little quaint home,” Eduardo says, tucking one hand in his suit pant pocket and one resting on lower abdomen.
“Where is my wife?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
He steps down the last step. “Isabella is fine as she is in the hands of my son, who should have been her husband.” He smiles and licks his lips. “She is a beautiful girl who will make me a lot of money.” He turns to look at Joseph. “Too bad I only had one son because your other sister, Lucia would make me a fortune.” Angelo puts his arm in front of Joseph to stop him from charging at Eduardo. “See, son, that sensitivity and compassion will get you nowhere in this world.”
“Eduardo, I killed your fucking son. Stop playing games with me.” I seethe. “I’ll ask one more time. Where is my wife?”
I’m a few seconds from opening my gun on Eduardo when a door opens, and our heads turn to see. “Right on time. We have our awaited guests.” Eduardo claps his hands together.
My gaze snaps to the door.
My eyes wide at Ian stepping through the threshold looking like I did not kill him months ago. Dressed in a dark green suit, his hair perfectly styled and the slyest grin on his face. Time stops moving when I look to his left to see the person walking with him.
His hand grips her upper arm, dragging her with him. Her clothes have been ripped open with her body on full display in her bra. My gaze moves from where he is touching her, and her wrists have cuts on them from being tied too tight together. I move to look at her face where there is a giant bruise covering most of it, her eye is slightly swollen. My anger is boiling over inside, but I can’t be reactive as that is what he wants. I need to remain calm in order to get her out of here safely along with Angelo and Joseph.
He moves her in front of him and his hand slips around the front of her. He grabs her neck, to hold her against him. “Enzo, I have to say that your wife, well, knows how to please.”
This motherfucker. My ears are ringing with my vision blurry from the anger that is raddling inside me. If he did what he is implying, I will not only kill him. No. I will make it long, painful, in the most brutal way. Isabella’s eyes meet mine and I see the fear she has. All I want to do to is hold her and tell her how much I love her.
I feel Angelo’s hand grip my shoulder to hold me in place.
“Ian, why don’t we share with our guest what we have planned?” Eduardo says making Ian smile as he licks my wife’s face.
“With pleasure, Father,” Ian says moving his hand from Isabella’s neck, pausing right on her breasts. “The plan is this, Enzo. I’m going to finally get to fuck this bitch in front of you. You’re going to watch me make her scream, cry, and beg me to stop. She’s going to call of you to help her, but you won’t beable to.” He moves his hand down her perfect soft skin, hovering on the waist band of her pants. She whimpers, and he simply laughs. “Then I will pass her around my men before I sell her so that will be the last thing that you will see before I kill you, too. That way your both dead and all your business become the Di Marcos.”
“You’re fucking delusional if you think that is really going to happen,” Joseph growls at Ian.
Ian turns his focus on to Joseph. “Well, yes, because everyone in this room will be dead.”
“I will give you whatever you want, Ian and Eduardo,” I bark, making everyone look at me. “I will hand over all of my businesses to you, full control of my shipping docks and will look the other way on your new adventure of selling women.” The words taste sour on my tongue as they fall out of my mouth. “All of it is yours. I will sign the paperwork, but you must give Isabella back to me.”
Ian looks at his father, and they share a look before Eduardo nods in approval.
The smirk that pulls on Ian’s face makes my fucking skin crawl as he kisses the top of her head. He pushes her toward me. Everything happens in slow motion. I go to reach for Isabella, but Ian pulls a gun from the back of his waistband, raises it at me, and the swooshing sound is echoed throughout the room.
Isabella yells, “No!” She jumps infront of me and the bullet pierces through her lower back and falls at my feet.
I fire my gun to kill this bastard for the final time. I aim right for his head. Kill shot. My bullet pierces through his skull, blood explodes from the wound, and he falls backward.
“Isabella!” I roar, bending down to capture her in my arms. “Stay with me, I got you.” Her blood covers me hands as I try to put pressure on it to try to stop the bleeding. “Amuri mui, I’mhere. Please don’t leave me. I love you.” My voice is horsed with the emotion of I’m losing her.
The sound of Angelo and Joseph shooting their guns. Ian screaming and Eduardo is barking orders.
“I love you, too Enzo,” she says as she reaches up to cup my face. “You’re my dark prince.” Her eyes close.
