Lorenzo's POV
I groan, opening my eyes with a throbbing headache. I lift my head from the table I was lying on, and my eyes start darting around manically.
I have to find her!
Fuck they took her away from me! No, no, no! I vault from the chair I was in, grabbing my phone from my pocket.
I hope she's okay. People were still here muttering and pointing, so I guess they didn't leave a long time ago, so she must be alright. For now, at least.
I go on my GPS on my phone, seeing that the tracker I planted inside Kitten's shoulder is working. I sigh in relief, snatching my keys from my jeans before bolting towards my parked car.
The tracking on the screen shows they are headed from New York. I am not letting them kill my kitten.
She means so much to me, and I can't lose her. She's a big part of my life. After all these years of searching, she's finally mine.
I start my car in dread for her, and I am livid out of my mind to get her safe. I am willing to go to the extreme for her.
My car speeds out from the parking space, and my eyes kept glancing at the phone to see where they will go.
My car starts veering past cars as it speeds out into the distance, not stopping at anything.
Blood is going to shed, and I am sure it's not mine, and it damn sure won't be Kitten.
I take a fast risky crash turn, with my tires screeching against the road. I lug my gear stick and speed into the distance.
I glance back on the phone, seeing that they aren't far ahead of me. Oh, I can't wait to kill them.
Nobody messes with what's mine! No fucking God damn body! I start slamming my left hand on the steering wheel with ferocity, deeming that I let this happened to her. I fucking promised I would protect her, and this is what happened.
Stupid me!
I swear I am going to kill every last one of them and that freaking Alex! They are going to regret ever touching her! I am a man of my word!
I speed beyond some cars, veering them left and right. I catch sight of the red Mercedes five cars away, speeding on the highway.
I frown, grabbing my phone, then I dial Diego's number, and at the first ring, he answers as I expect him to. "I didn't expect you to be up so soon, but I believe you're holding up? Considering losing her," I hear the skank snarls through the phone with a peal of bitter laughter.
"We can end this now, stop the car and let the girl lose," I growl viciously with my grip around the wheel tightening. "But I won't promise you this will end good for you," I warn, my voice sounding dangerous and heavyset and like a man that shouldn't be crossed.
"I'd say the same, Lorenzo. This won't end well for both of us."
"So you agreed I would hunt you down!?" I gnarl fiercely.
"I know you, Lorenzo. You will burn the entire city for someone you care about," he chuckles uncaringly. "And you don't have much time left before she dies," I can hear Kitten screaming for help, and that makes me enraged.
If angry was a person, I would've been the description.
"If you lay a hand on her, I swear-!" I roar through the phone.
"Too bad you'll only get to see her when she dies, and I will teach you a lesson to do your job when you do get one to do!"
"Too bad I started coming sooner. Therefore, no, I won't be needing a lesson!" I press on my gas, speeding past cars and closer to the marked Mercedes. "You're a dead man Diego!"
"Not if I get you first!" He retorts, and I laugh sarcastically and bitterly at him.
"We'll see about that!" I toss the phone on the car seat, looking straight ahead as I catch up to the car.
A submachine steers through the window. "It's on," I growl as I slow down and switch to the other side of the car, speeding up to the window, but before I can reach it, the car speeds up, and a shotgun points through the window and begins to shoot at me.
I swerve to the other side once again.
I didn't want to do this, but I have to, though I will be cautious of it. I point my Glock through my window and start firing at the car. Wishing it won't do too much damage because I didn't want to harm my Kitten.
I start to speed up to the side of the car when the submachine starts firing in my windscreen. I swerve, ducking and stepping on my brake, slowing down then speed to the other side, where a shotgun points.
I won't stop going after her, so nothing can't scare me.
I point my gun at the person with the shotgun, head, and prepare to fire at the same time he did.
My bullets sent drifting towards his head while his bullets transpired through my windscreen, and when trying to veer, it makes me lose control and my car crash into a truck's bumper that was coming in our direction.
My head whacks on the steering wheel, causing me to growl in agony. I lift my head feeling, moist liquid gushing from my nostrils. I wipe the blood from my nose with the back of my hand.
Nonetheless, I start my car once again, pulling my gear stick forward then back, before I start speeding behind them. My car starts catching up to their car once again.
I won't stop going after what's mine!
My car reaches next to them, but no one notices I was still coming. I point my gun at the guy with the submachine head. He turns around and abruptly proceeds to grab his gun when I fired.
My bullet executes through my window and sends flying towards the guy's head, piercing through it.
Blood spew, then his body collapse.
I clock my gun prepare to shoot the other person at the front seat when Diego comes to the window, and my heart stops seeing him. He has Kitten next to him and a knife at her throat.
"No!" I shout out in panic mixed with anger and vengeance.
"Stop shooting, and I might not kill her... At least for now!" He yells through the window.
"I won't!" I roar.
Either way, he's going to kill her, so I am not listening to his request. Marvin is the one driving the car, and he is the one that is prayed to pull the knife on my Kitten's throat, so I dispute Diego will do it.
I aim my gun at the foremost tire, inclined to pull the trigger when Kitten screams my name, "Lorenzo! Help me!"
"That's what I am doing, Kitten!" I shout at her reassuringly. I am not going to hurt her.
I am only stopping the car by force.
Shit, this can get pretty severe. I fire the shot and watch as the car starts whirling in all directions.
All it needs to do is stop so I can kill those mother fuckers. Instead, the car plunges into another coming car then vaults into the air, flipping twice before dropping on the other side of the vehicle it crashed into and turns over three times before crash-landing on its rooftop.
I abruptly lay my foot on my brakes, hauling my gear stick to park. My car circuit once then stops before I burst my door open with so much faith for Kitten to be alright, even though it's a hard optimism because of the car's status.
I clock my gun, seeing Marvin climbing through his window groaning in anguish, and sputtered in blood with huge injuries. I point my gun to his head then fire.
His body drops down to the floor with his eyes closed. I furtively go up to the back window then stoop to the floor, seeing Diego attempting to reach for his gun in agony while hanging upside down with blood.
I point my gun at his head. "You were wrong Diego, I got you first," I pull the trigger. I quickly place my gun inside my jeans and grab Kitten from the car carefully, the other passenger at the front dead during the accident caused by me.
I pull Kitten from the car while she weeps in tremendous unbearable agony. She's bleeding everywhere.
Blood glues to her skin from face to toes with deep cuts all over. I lay her in my lap, smoothing down her hair. "Kitten, I am here. You're safe," her eyes are fluttering, threatening to be closed. I can't let that happen.
She whimpers in pain with her bloody hands clutched on her stomach. I gaze down at it noticing blood gushing from under neat her hands before she throttled up a mouth full of blood.
Her burst lips quiver as she cries in agony, "L-Lorenzo...." A tear slides from her eye and is infused with the blood gushing from her burst head.
"You're going to be alright, I promise," I stand from the ground with her in my arms.
Tears are inside my eyes, seeing her in distress and crying in misery.
All this is my fucking fault!
I hurry over towards my demolish car, opening the door before I place her inside, carefully. I rush over to the driver's side, then press on the gas, speeding to the hospital.
I am not losing her! Not today or ever!
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Let's hope for Kitten y'all! That was a tragic accident.
See you at the next chapter ;-)
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