Cloud's P.O.V.
"Puis chercher à nouveau parce que ma fille est partie et personne n'aura de repos tant qu'elle ne sera pas rentrée!"- I snapped, my anger and worry creating lethal mixture. (Then search again because my daughter is gone and nobody will rest until she is home!)
My right hand scatted the fuck out of my sight, his head down, and I took a deep breath, my rage as dangerous as fury of Leonardo, who is flipping the damn world upside down with me, looking for his firstborn son.
My only daughter was kidnapped. My little princess is out of my sight and reach.
I am going mad.
I have never felt like this. I have never felt so much wrath, savagery, worry and concern in my life. God knows what can be happening to my child and I hate it. Maria is bundle of nerves, but she is doing her best to keep our small sons-triplets and Arthur calm and keep herself and I sane, more me.
Club is a mess, but it is the least of my concerns.
All I need to find here is at least 1 clue, 1 hint on where my daughter is.
I began checking the area around the club for billionth time, joining Leonardo in that. Our eldest sons are here, our wives and little ones.
"Cazzo."- swore Leonardo as I swore in French at the same time, both of us causing our met to freeze until they got back to work.
"They couldn't get in any shit, could they?"- asked Julian, eldest of my quintuplets, therefore, the most protection of them all - my gene, no doubt.
"Nope. They have parental maturity in them."- said Domenico, teaching with us too.
"Don't even mention that, especially right now."- Leonardo and I spoke at the same time, neither of us able to even absorb that possibility.
The possibility of my daughter bearing an heir of 2 the most powerful, the most notorious Mafias.
Just...Not now. Merde, not until they are both fine, safe and sound, healthy and happy.
Hours passed, we checked indoor upside-down until moving outdoors, not caring that it is the middle of the night.
Him.
My head is pounding, my body aches and my arm feels like it weights a damn ton. My eyes struggled to open and raspy sigh escaped from me.
I am tied to a fucking chair - my hands behind my back, ankles secured to the chair with a rope. I looked around the dimly light-up room, seeing nothing, expect four-walls and a table with open laptop in front of myself.
I watched the screen, noticing that it is camera and it shows what's going on in a room right now - today's date and time. It is recording.
Her.
"Don't touch me!"- I snapped, pushing moron away from myself as he shoved me in some room.
"You will suffer, bitch, I promise you. I will show you what you were missing out all along."- sneered Mentel, locking the door, making my heart race in horror.
"You chose that Russo lover boy over me. Do you have any idea what a bad girl you have been?"- he stated in rage, taking his shirt and belt off, creating snapping sound with the leather belt, causing me to jolt in fear as I pressed into the wall, trapped like a helpless kitten.
"You will pay for everything. Adriano will ruin you."- I said with built up confidence, gulping when he inched closer, his eyes full of fury at the mention of my love.
"Will he? Because I am sure that him watching me fuck his little pet will ruin him way better than a bullet."- he spat, gripping my shoulder, pushing me on my knees.
I screamed for help, pushing and kicking him until hitting him in his crotch, getting him to fall on the floor. I rushed to the door, knocking on it, pulling the door handle in despair.
"Help me! Anyone, please!"- I screamed through tears, banding on the door, scratching it like a cat, seeking saving.
"Nobody is here! No-one will save you!"- spat Mantel, gripping my wrists, pinning them to the door while pushing me on my knees in front of himself.
"Don't touch me, moron!"- I spoke in terror, helplessly trying to escape from his grasp, but he didn't bulge.
He is much stronger than I am.
"Stop creaming or this will get painful."- he sneered, unzipping his trousers, hot tears running down my cheeks.
"Open your mouth right fucking now."- demanded asshole as I didn't, feeling disgusting and sick to my stomach.
He kept demanding and trying to open my mouth as I full on didn't let him, tears streaming down my face.
I opposed and defended myself as much as I could until he slapped me hard, my cheek burning from pain, my lips parting for a brisk second.
Second that was enough for him to shove his repellent dick in my mouth. I cried, repulsed and disgusted by this and yet he didn't care. He gripped my neck firmly, leaving me helpless with no chance of doing a thing, with no chance of saving myself from his forcing.
"Fuck, yes."- he groaned, molesting me, his hold of my neck firmer and more painful.
"Let your boyfriend watch how a real man should treat a woman."- he spat in vexation, slapping my cheek with all his strength.
My vision grew blurry, strength slowly left my being. Tears like waterfall. My heart bled and my soul burned.
"You better suck or I swear I will kill him in front of you."- stated in rage Ansel, shoving his sickening dick in my mouth again.
"You don't want your boy toy to die, do you?"- he said with evil grin, pulling my burning, aching, red cheek painfully.
He used me. This sick monster enjoyed raping me. He left with satisfied, proud look in his ugly, disgusting face.
I dashed to the bucket that was in the cell-like space and threw up through tears. I have no idea how long I was sick to my stomach, but it didn't seem enough.
Him.
Anger, rage, wrath, fury - none of that describes the lethal emotions that cloud my senses. My eyes watered as I watched my Luna cry, sick to her stomach.
"What a fine show it was, wasn't it, Russo?"- mumbled Mantel's minion, entering the room, tossing keys from it to the man behind himself.
"I will ruin all of you."- I spoke in savage rage, my fists and jaw clenched.
"Aww, that's cute, I'd love to see you try. Anyway, this was fun, but boss don't need you now, so let's get you moved out of here quickly."- he said amusedly, approaching me, only little did he know that this is the stupidest thing he could possibly do.
He cut the ropes and I didn't waste a goddamn second to pin the fucker to the wall - his head cracked and bleeding, busted lip and bleeding nose. His guard dashed to me and I gripped his collar, pushing him down, kicking him hard in the stomach and crotch, taking keys and gun away.
Before the two of them could react, I left the cell and locked them there.
I am incapable of thinking. I am not sane. I am not in my senses.
All I see is red and I will make every single bastard pay for messing with the love of my life and I.
I shot one moron after another - killing all of them and I didn't feel any guilt for this. I checked every single room on my way, finding nothing, except useless drugs of all sorts.
Once I pulled dozenth door handle, it was locked and I didn't dwell before breaking it open.
"Piccola."- I almost whispered, dashing to her, hugging her like my life depends on it, and she hid in my arms, breaking down in my embrace.
"Shh, I am here, mia piccola pesca. I am going to get us out of here, I promise, baby."- I soothe her, kissing her forehead gently, both of us shedding tears of so many emotions.
"I am so sorry, mon amour. I am so, so sorry."- whispered vulnerably Luna, clutching on my shirt.
"It's okay, ma princesse. You are not to blame, we are alright, I promise you. I still love you with all my heart and even more. You are my world."- I spoke genuinely, laying gentle kiss on the top of her pretty head.
"I will make him pay, mio piccolo angelo."- I assured her, having billion tortures in mind for that motherfucker.
She held onto me tightly, slowly regaining her composure, and I picked my senses up, feeling much more sane with her in my arms, safe and sound.
I didn't manage to keep her secure then, but I sure as hell will now.
I checked the outside quickly before leading her out, covering her small self with myself, not caring about getting hurt.
All I want is get her out of this hellhole.
And it seemed like we made it.
Like we made it outside together and could make a run for it.
Explosion.
Loud sirens. Lots of people. Fire. Ambulances. Police.