Red. Everything was red. All I saw was red.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins the whole ride here. Never in my life have I felt this much rage rushing through me. They took my wife. From my own fucking house.
Pietro and Rowan were behind me alongside hundreds of my men in black SUVs surrounding the place ready to take back their Donna.
"All clear?" I asked, loading my gun.
"Yes Don. The men at the front and back are ours." Rowan gestured towards a couple of men standing near the entrance of the building. So were the men inside.
"The Donna is your first priority. She is above everyone else." I instructed through the earpiece. Firm yes Dons were heard through the earpiece after my order.
I gestured towards the building with my gun so everyone gave me a firm head nod before walking towards the entrance doors to surround it.
After they were put in place, I kicked the door down and entered the building. Immediately guns were pointed to my head by guards inside.
I shot both of the guards beside me as a warning to hurry their asses up bringing my girl back to me.
Which worked because one of them rushed over to where I'm assuming is a basement door. How fucking dare they keep my wife in a disgusting cell.
A group of people, who had my wife in their grip, soon walked into the main hall along with Giovanni. My blood boiled like hot water when they roughly threw her onto the ground by Damon.
It didn't take a fucking genius to figure out what he had done to her. From her ripped up hoodie to her face being painted black and red as she sobbed into Damon's chest. My heart fucking broke at the sight of her shaking figure. Seeing her like this only fuelled my anger more.
I wanted blood. His blood. On my fucking hands.
My eyes flickered to Raf who was behind Giovanni then they travelled across the room to see my men looking at their Donna with worried eyes.
She'll be safe in my arms.
"It's great to see you again my son." Giovanni chuckled.
"You're going to regret laying your hands on my wife." I spat out angrily.
"Your threats mean nothing to me." Giovanni twirled the gun his hands, smiling wickedly at me.
"My threats are promises."
"Your wife has got the body of a whore, I just couldn't help myself." Giovanni sent a disgusting smirk to Amara who moved closer to Damon after hearing those words.
"I'll cut your fucking hands off that dared to touch my wife and beat you to death with it." My grip on the gun tightened.
"This wouldn't of happened if you just gave me back my mafia. But you're just as stubborn as ever." Giovanni chuckled, running the gun along Amara's jawline.
My jaw ticked when she whimpered and moved away from the gun. "You'll never get it back. Not after you killed my own mother."
"I never loved your mother." He smirked sinisterly, "So tell me son. You have 3 options so pick wisely. I kill your whore of a wife, you or Damon."
"Raf take Damon out." I nodded my head towards Damon who was staring at me with wide eyes. My eyes flickered to Amara to see her glaring at me. Shit she knows.
"I knew I shouldn't of trusted you." Giovanni spat out angrily, glaring at Raf who was helping Damon up.
Now I just need to get Amara out of here.
I ran my thumb along my bottom lip signalling for my men to fire their guns.
Men from outside came rushing in, firing their guns towards Giovanni's men.
The next thing I knew I was being lifted into a pair of arms and I looked up to find Pietro carrying me away from the chaos. "We can't leave him! Put me down!" I struggled against his hold, desperately wanting to be with Xavier.
"Amara! This fucking building is about to blowup so I need to get you out of here. You are my priority no matter what." Pietro quickly rushed out towards the black SUVs that were surrounding the whole building. Blowup? With him in it?
Pietro quickly placed me in the backseat of one of the SUVs as more gunshots fired from the building. My eyes welled with tears from all the chaos that was happening around me. I just want him.
"Uh," Pietro looked around the car, "here." He handed me a black duffle back that was filled with clothes. He turned away from me so I could change and then he handed me a gun as soon as I was finished. "Just incase."
"I want him." I sobbed, wiping the tears away from eyes. Pietro was quick to wrap his arms around me but I flinched from the contact, "Amara you're safe here. I won't hurt you. Xavier will be back soon I promise." He placed a hand on my shoulder, dipping his head down to meet my teary eyes.
I nodded my head slowly since I'm most likely going to cry again if I open my mouth. I tried to control my heavy breathing before speaking. "If he isn't out in the next 5 minutes I'm going in." I glared at Pietro who was smiling at me. "Of course." He chuckled, ruffling my hair.
Loud gunshots echoed into the night sky along with incoherent yelling from the men inside. Four men were standing in front of the SUV I was sitting in with guns in their hands. "Non è ancora uscito. Gli edifici stanno per esplodere e dobbiamo portare la Donna fuori di qui." One of them spoke to Pietro, gesturing his gun to the building.
(he isn't out yet. the buildings going to blowup and we need to get the Donna out of here)
"Ha 2 minuti, aspetta." Pietro said. They nodded their heads and turned back around.
(he has 2 minutes, wait)
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as to what the fuck they were saying so I tugged on Pietro's arm to get his attention. Pietro turned his gaze away from the building and then towards me. "What's going on?"
"The building will blowup in 2 minutes and the Don isn't out yet. He said that if anything happens we need to get you out of here so I'm sorry Amara but if he isn't out we need to leave." Pietro sighed, running a hand through his hair.
I was about to open my mouth to speak but Raf came running up to the SUV I was sitting in with a worried expression. "Damon is on his way back to New York now. Any news on the Don?" He looked at Pietro with furrowed eyebrows.
"The times up." Pietro muttered. His eyes glassed with the tears filling them.
My heart shattered at just 3 words. 3 words that had my breath caught in my throat. 3 words.
"No!" I screamed, getting out of the SUV only to be pulled back by Pietro. "Let me go! Please!"
No. He can't die on me. He can't leave me. This was suppose to be forever.
Then there was a loud explosion from building in front of us. We quickly turned our gazes to the burning building in front of us to see orange and yellow flames coming out of it. Pietro protected me with his body from the glass shards that were being flung from the building.
Men that were inside were quick to rush out the building but none of them were Xavier. None of them were the person I wanted them to be.
All I could do was cry because Xavier was in that building. The love of my life was in a fucking burning building.
He's gone.