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“She's severely underweight and dehydrated. Her jaw looks like it was dislocated at one point and healed wrong. I can fix that for her once she's healed and healthier but, Andino, what that woman has suffered...” Doc shakes his head but doesn't finish... he doesn't need to.
Silver is in the recovery room resting from a concussion she received at the hand of her captors. Unfortunately, the man, Vas, who punched her in the face was the scum bag I shot and killed. I pick up the nearest chair and slam it back down, bending one of the legs in the process and makingeveryone around me flinch.
“Fuck!” I roar, ready to go beat the life out of Silver's tormentor but Nico stops me. We've become as close as brothers recently and though all the Renzetti brothers are killers, it's Nico who knows my demons best. There are things that have happened to Nico that no one but me and his father know about and being the youngest to gain his button into La Famiglia was the floodgate to his demons.
“Come, Twitch. Let's go smoke outside.”
I hesitate and look towards the bedroom where Silver is resting.
“Go, I'll sit with her and I'll call you the moment she wakes up,” Jefa promises as she shoos me off. We're not in a hospital but in one of WRATH’s locations. It's a home that's used for clients who need to hide.
I nod my head to her. I need to get out of here before I explode and scare the shit out of Silver. She's already been through so much, I won't add to it.
Once Nico and I are outside, under the darkness of night, I exhale and deflate. My heart, while crying out with grateful songs, weeps it's bitter tears. Silver, my beautiful Neviah, lays inside broken and battered and I can't help but feel like my distraction was her downfall. While I smiled and laughed with my sister, Silver was being beaten and possibly even raped by these fucking monsters.
I shake my head and clinch my fists.Did they do that to her?
My tics are unstoppable. My head jerks at painful angles while my eyes squeeze closed.Did they touch her?
I can't fucking calm down. My thoughts tumble and my breathing spikes.Did they take what wasn't given?
“Ni-nic-- Fuck!” My words stutter with my raging mind. I haven't hand an attack this strong since I was a kid.
Nico grabs me from the shoulders and brings our foreheads together. “One; squeeze the trigger. Two; release the bullet. Three; down goes the target. ,” Nico repeats the mantra over and over again as my mind focuses on his words. I hold on to his shoulders and he let's me, never pulling away even when my Tourette's has my grip tightening with its strength. Finally, fucking finally, my mind calms as do my tics. Not fully gone but enough for Nico to feel satisfied that I'm okay.
You see, Nico may not suffer from Tourette's but he does deal with his own disorder. Not my story to tell though.
I pull out my cigarettes and pass one to Nico. After a few moments he looks over at me. “She wasn't raped.”
My head whips towards him and I feel like I didn't hear him correctly. “How do you know?”
He shrugs his shoulder while blowing out smoke. “I asked Doc. That would be my fear too,fratello.”Brother.
My heart rate lowers from it's tiring levels and my lungs fill with relief. Though Silver still suffered through a trauma that will give her a long road to recovery, I'm immensely thankful that she doesn't have to suffer the memories of being violated that way. I will still avenge her for this, though. I don't care if she was treated like a queen, heads are still going to roll.
After a few minutes of listening to the crickets sing their songs, I turn to Nico. “You feel like hunting?”
He knows I'm not talking about furry animals. Popov is in desperate need of a skinning and I intend to be the one who rids his body of it. He's hiding somewhere but I'm like a hound. All I need is the scent of his blood and I'll find the fucker.
Nico ‘the Cold’ smiles but a smile from him, a sicario, the mob's personal hitman... It's never a warm one, it's wicked and filled with deadly promises. It matches my own.
“For our women... Our family? I'm always ready to hunt.”
A blacked out Escalade truck comes down the lonely road and parks next to our cars. Drake steps out of the driver's seat as Marco comes around the truck.
“Is Silver good?” Marco ask as he pulls out a rolled joint.
“Yeah. She's still sleeping. Doc says she'll be fine once the fluids take effect on her body. What did you get out of Ivan?” I flick the cigarette butt to the rocky ground and accept the pungent joint.
“You won't believe the shit Popov was planning on doing.”
I wanted to “interview” the bastard we have tied to a chair in a Blanca holding cell but Andino didn't grant me that. I was pissed but I can't go against my uncle who happens to be my Boss. Plus he's right, I would have killed the guy without getting anything useful from him.
“Dammi, Drake.”Give it to me.
“As you know, Dimitri Sokolov became the boss of the New York Bratva and it was his order that exiled the Popov's. Only Mila had quickly married into a low level soldier's family so she is still in New York.”
“Yes, we know this but is Ruslan with her?”
