Angel

Chapter Four

kingsley's pov.

Everything was the same for the past five years. A dark shadow loomed over our heads as our minds raged like a storm. The loss of the love of my life and my youngest son - also a mother and brother - had torn apart the thick thread that connected us. The happy bubble we had lived in five years ago popped the moment Leo looked up at me with empty eyes and I could remember the dread I felt when he spoke.

They're gone.

Until this day, we didn't even know if they were dead or not. No one knew what to expect from him and his men.

Nothing was the same. Then came our new normalcy and then everything was the same with the fog that gazed over our hearts and emotions. In those days, it seemed impossible to find happiness.

Not without my son and my once-pregnant wife.

From time to time, I always wondered if my unborn baby's fate. Was he alive or dead? There was some amount of blood that came from Ava's vaginal canal - a sign of miscarriage. Or did the baby survive until they killed him? Or was the baby currently alive? At five years old.

God, I hope not.

If Ava and Matteo were alive, there was no question that they were currently suffering under their captivity. Two people I loved suffering was terrible enough. Knowing there was a third one in pain would just be cruel. A baby shouldn't have to come out into a cruel world with no one to protect him.

Logically, the baby should be dead a long time ago.

But it never stopped me from wondering about the unborn baby's fate.

But now I didn't have to wonder anymore. I would find out what happened soon enough.

I stood before the rundown three-floor house with anger and anticipation coursing in my veins. My three sons stood behind me to win their weapons in their hands, blank-faced and ready for the fight to come.

Today's the day I get my wife and son back.

And the day, when my enemies would be nothing but a river of blood, and I would soak my hands red with their blood gladly.

"It's time, Father." My oldest son, Dominic spoke as soon Evander had thrown a bomb near the door so it had torn apart a hole for us to force our way inside. It caused a rumble and it faded after a few seconds had passed.

I titled my head to Leo who had a blank face but I knew him better. He was nervous. Before his twin was kidnapped, they had never been apart from each other and did everything together. Many times, we jested that they shared the same soul. It broke him when Matteo was taken and the once happy boy died. Leo was an angry but quiet boy, seeking fights everywhere. I didn't want to think what kind of state Matteo would be in.

After the loss of their mother and brother, Evander turned to party to cope and Dominic drowned himself at work as I searched all over the world to get my wife and son back. 

I looked back at the house and took a deep breath. "Let's go," I announced, and with that, we went into the house with our guns in our hands - my sons and one of our several best assassins and fighters trailing behind me.

The inside of the house was dim. Dust floated in the air and spider webs were sticking everywhere on the high ceiling. The wooden walls were peeled and broken and old things were scattered all over so I quickly deemed no one used the downstairs. They were upstairs and it was far too quiet for my liking.

I signaled my men and sons with my finger up as in upstairs and earned silent nods of heads. A few of them stepped in front of me and we all started walking in a perfect circle.