Scarlett.
They dragged me out the room while I am kicking and screaming his name.
"Let me go. Let me go. Let me go." I screamed, with my scratchy throat.
"RAGE...." I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Roger, put three of his fingers inside my mouth, making me gag.
"Stop screaming you bitch!!" He whisper yelled.
The group parted into the dark dimly lit hallways.
With four of them staying behind. Father and rest going into one of the dark hallways. While Roger carried me into another dark hallway.
My father, spoken in Italian as he barked orders at everyone.
Its what he said, that he had me in my panic mode.
He wanted to blow off this building, which is actually an abandoned warehouse in middle of no where.
With the gun shots and yells coming from somewhere in this place, I could tell, there was a war going somewhere.
Father, had ordered Roger to take me through the backdoor, while he will grab Timothy and follows us close behind.
I start biting on Roger's fingers, making him hiss in pain. He drops me on the floor while howling in pain.
I may have drawn some blood.
But I hardly cared.
They are not going to blow off MY Rage inside this warehouse. I am not allowing them to take me and Timmy away. I am going home with my man, tonight. Even if I have to kill them by myself.
"You fucking bitch." Roger screams at me.
He lunges himself on top of me, crushing me with his weight.
I try pushing him off, but he has my neck in his deathly grip while he uses the other hand to slap me.
"You are going to get it." He screams at me.
"Maybe I should just take you here, so your husband can watch me while I rape you" He hisses in my face, as I coughed. He hisses the word husband with so much venom, it had my skin crawling.
I wont allow it. It will kill Rage.
He will kill them all. He will destroy everything.
Without a moment of hesitation, when his grip loosens on my neck, I kick. And I kicked good.
He falls on top of me but does not lets me go.
"I hate you." I screamed at him, while I scratched his ugly face with my finger nails.
Not a single thing bothered him, not my screaming, not my scratching, nor my kicking.
Everywhere you could hear footsteps and shoutings. But no one came to help me from this nightmare.
He tears off my underwear and takes off his buckle belt in a swift motion.
I watch his ugly penis spring out and I felt bile rising up in my throat.
When he grabs my hips to pull me closer to him, I screamed bloody murder.
As if on instinct, I start to reach for something in the dimly lit hallway.
"Stop." I yelled, feeling my tears sting my scars.
"I am going to take you. Than I will kill that fucking husband of yours." He hissed.
When I feel my fingertips touching something metal, I don't think twice, I grab it and bring it onto his head with a loud metal thud.
He howls in pain, as he grabs his bleeding, torn up head and rolls off me.
I get up on my shaking feet and realise I had a shovel in my hands.
How convenient.
"You will never. Hurt. Me. Again." I screamed and hit him in the head with the shovel with every word.
"Scarlett." I hear my name call out and my head whips up.
And just like every romantic movie. Where the hero enters the exact moment, his heroine needs him, Rage stood there with his gun aimed forward.
His eyes were big and scary, as he looked at me, with a broken body, a bloody shovel raised up in my hands and a man under my feet, writhing in pain.
Pain that I caused him.
I didn't realise I was crying until he lowers down his gun and raises his palms in the air in a manner of surrender.
"Baby. Lower the shovel. Its me." He says in a calm sweet voice. That he only possesses for me.
I was hysteric.
I wondered if he was real. Or is this the part of my imagination.
I wondered if Roger had really raped me, and I am just imagining things in order to forget the pain, he caused me.
Atleast thats what I had always done when I was in Italy.
Imagine things that will never happen.
"Baby. Look at me. Look at me. Please." His voice urges, but I shook my head.
I have been hurt too much.
I cant lower my defence.
What if I am imagining this?
What if Rage is not here?
"Baby...." He whispers taking a step forward but I step back in defence and raised the shovel higher.
"Please....Scar. Look at me. Its me. Rage. I am here. Baby. I won't let anyone hurt you." He said with pain when he looks at me, but anger when he looks down at the screaming sound of a man.
I shook my head, and wiped my eyes on my shoulders.
"Scar....I am here, now. I won't ever let anyone hurt you, baby. Never again. Cmon baby. Let me take you home." He urges, taking another step forward, but this time I did not move. I was transfixed.
He looks so beautiful.
So beautiful.
Dressed in an all black tshirt, jeans, combat boots and gun holsters.
He was angry.
That I know.
His anger is the most beautiful part of him.
He looks like an avenging angel.
My angel.
My hero.
"R-Rage..." I sobbed.
Within a second, the shovel drops on the floor as Rage grabs me in his arms and I wrap my arms around his neck, supporting my lifeless body onto his.
"R-Rage. You're here. You are really here." I sobbed.
"Yes baby. I am here. I am here to take you back home." He whispered, kissing my shoulders, my neck, my hair, everything within his lips's reach, they left lovely kisses on my skin.
"R-Rage. They hurt me, Rage. The-They used to torment me. They wanted to-to r-rape me. R-Rage. St-op them-them." I sobbed, clinging onto his shoulders.
"Shh....baby. I am here now. I won't ever let anyone hurt you. I will kill them all. All. Baby." He promised darkly.
He is here.
My hero is here.
He will save me.
***
Rage.
I was conflicted.
Conflicted in between comforting my hysteric broken girl or killing the man lying under our feet, the reason behind her horror.
My eyes were burning with the unshed tears.
After hours of staying calm and letting my man work on tracking her. I felt myself explode the moment we got her exact location.
In my hurry, I even forgot to wear a bullet proof vest.
I had been running throughout the hallways, with bullets flying everywhere until I reached Scarlett's helpless cries.
My men were all over the place. Taking over the whole warehouse.
I left bloodshed behind me. Killing anyone that crossed my paths. Missing bullets by small fractions.
God! How careless can I be? What if I had died because of a bullet before I reached her? Should have gotten a bullet proof vest.
I found him lying on top of her, with his pants down, and I lost my shit.
I came running towards her like a mad man, but I stopped when I saw her reaching a shovel behind her and hitting him with it.
I was left in awe of her.
She looked fearless. So. So....brave.
When she saw me. She looked in disbelief.
Infact she was hysteric.
I completely forgot about the scum lying under her feet, while I tried to make her come back to reality.
She couldn't believe That I am really here.
They are going to pay for everything.
I promised myself.
For every scar inflicted on her. For every injury. Every pain. For every hair messed on her head.
They are going to pay double the amount.
I will make sure of that.
I still cant fucking believe, that they managed to get into MY fucking country. Without me finding out about it first.
Clues, led to everything.
The shootout at the borders.
The missing family of Timothy's boyfriend.
The black cars.
The G.P.S. That they forgot to uninstall before renting those cars.
The carelessly chosen, abandoned warehouse in middle of nowhere with working cellular towers.
The ring on her finger.
Everything led her to me.
It was almost too easy.
As if someone wanted me to find her.
As if someone had planned this.
And I am hellbent on finding out once I have her home. Safe and sound.
"Take me home, Rage." She whispered, her sobbing, gone and a determined look in her eyes
I kiss her forehead and looked down at the fucking scam, who was passed out.
My baby did a number on him.
He is almost unrecognisable with all the blood marring his face.
"Timmy." I hear Scar whisper.
"Rage. Timmy. We need to find him. He was unconscious." Scarlett said, hysterically.
"Martin's looking for him. We need to get you out of here, first." I said, urgently.
"No. Rage. They are going to blow up this building. We need to find him" She pleaded with me.
I couldn't fight with her on this.
Timothy is my first priority.
I made her a promise that I will always protect her brother. No matter what.
I won't break that promise.
Even though I give him crap every now and then.
I consider him my brother.
"Lets go."
I said grabbing her hand and speaking in my ear piece with my controller.
"Get in from the back entrance, grab the man, you will see lying in the middle. DO NOT KILL HIM. No matter what. I need him alive. Do you hear me?" I barked.
"Copy that." I hear my controller say in the ear piece.
"Who are you talking to?" She asks as we walk back into the hallways.
I pull her behind me, I take both her hands and wrap them around me.
"My controller. We have this building, crawling with our men. No one gets out. And no one gets in, unless I say so."
I say taking out my guns.
The hallways seemed to be empty with few dead bodies lying here and there.
My doing.
I don't let her see anything, with my body covering hers.
My ear piece, makes a buzzing sound.
"Zenon." Martin speaks in the ear piece.
"Did you find Tim?" I ask.
"No. they are underground with him. We can't go in. They are armed with explosives." Martin says, I can almost hear the shoutings from the background.
"Stay put. I am coming." I bark, leading Scarlett to the staircase with me.
"I am so....getting you pregnant after we get out of here." I murmur to lighten up her mood.
She gasps and hits my back, making me chuckle.
"East end clear." I hear the captains of every team of my men, that I sent in every direction, informing us with the status of their current location, in the ear piece.
"North wing clear. Captured four main alliances from the mentioned reports." Another says. Good.
"East clear."
"South end clear too." Another confirms.
I smiled.
They have managed to kill every one of their men and taken over the whole warehouse.
"South wing, underground cellar, occupied by the enemies. Explosives and weapons, detected." Martin informs us all with the ear piece.
I find my men, ready with their rifles aimed towards the underground passageway.
We make our way, with Scarlett trailing behind me, holding onto the hem of my tshirt.
When I find Martin with two of the captains, with a blueprint in their hands.
"Whats the position?" I asked.
"They are inside. Two of them along with Timothy. They are armed with explosives and weapons. The father, and the second in command. They are talking to someone on the phone, but we are unable to track the signal." He informs me.
Who are they talking to?
"Allright. I want the captains to stay here, while all of you gather outside. I want that metal door blown off. And we enter with our weapons on the mark." I bark orders, taking Scarlett's hands and dragging her out into the passageway.
I had seen a dingy dark room while we were coming in. So I made my way there.
My knuckles popping with the grip I had on Scarlett.
I guess she needed my support as much as I did, for hers.
I bring her to me and pin her to the wall, holding her weight on my body.
"Now I need you to listen to me." I whispered to her cupping her face in my palms.
"You are going to stay here---" she tries to say something but I put my thumb over her lips.
"No. Scarlett. No arguments. I can't watch your back while I am focused on something else. I need you to stay here." I hissed in her face.
If I am not being tough on her. I don't think she will ever listen to me.
I take out one of my guns and hand it to her.
"You see anyone here. Anyone. No matter who. You will shoot. Without thinking twice. Do you hear me?" I ask.
She nods hysterically.
"Look at me baby." I whisper.
"I promise. I will bring Timothy alive." I said, solemnly kissing her bruised mouth.
She opens and closes her mouth as if she wants to say something. But she doesn't.
"I love you, Scar." I whispered.
When I hear the explosion go off and shaking the whole building, I give her one last kiss and leave into the smokey passageway, taking off her fingers, that tried to grab onto my tshirt to make me stay.
But I left.
I wanted to stay.
But Timothy was my first priority.
I made her a promise.
Together, me and Martin, cock our rifles and go inside the cloudy, cellar, that was blasted off by us.
I saw three bodies, lying on the ground amongst the smoke.
Recognising, Timothy's suit from today morning, I run over to him while Martin and the captains go over to the other two.
Seeing his chest, up and down, I release a sigh of relief and slapped his cheek to wake him up.
The smoke here was making me cough.
"God! Wake up boy." I yelled but all he did was groan.
"You couldn't just break down the door. You just had to blast it off." Timothy croaked with his face screwed up in pain.
"It was not the kind of door, that I can just break down with a kick. Now get up!" I snapped and helped him up on his wobbly feet.
"Took you long enough." He smiles with his bloody teeth. I rolled my eyes at him, as we watched the captain, cuffing his unconscious father and the second in command.
"They were going to blow us off. But couldn't get the wires into right sockets." Timothy chuckles.
This is getting too weird.
Too easy.
Their stupid plan, looked too flawed.
Who is doing all this?
"Who were they talking on the phone?" I asked.
"I don't know. They didn't mention any names apart from yours and Scarlett's" Timothy tells me, shaking off the dizziness.
"RAGE!!!" I hear Scarlett screaming my name.
"Scar." Both me and Timothy shouted and looked towards the smoked up passageway.
I don't think twice. I run.
Timothy ran, stumbling behind me, followed by Martin.
I look for the room that I hid her in, and find her sitting in a corner with fear evident in her eyes.
"I killed those fuckers you sent my way." Roger seethed with my gun in his hands, pointing at my wife.
"N-No" I hear Tim stutter behind me.
"Someone played against you. Didn't he?" I said, smirking, as I made my towards the scum, standing there thinking he can take my wife.
"Rage.....Don't" Scarlett whispers in horror while I bravely stood infront of the barrel of the gun.
"A perfect plan to take my wife. But so.....beautifully flawed..." I taunted him. His eyes stay on the gun, his whole being shivering with fear.
I am bound to find out who is behind all of this.
I just needed him to see it too.
"S-Shut, up." He shouted making eye contact with me.
And thats when I see my chance.
I lunge at him, grabbing his neck in between my palms and pinning him to the wall, he drops the gun in the process.
The imagine of him lying on top of my girl, trying to rape her, played constantly in my head.
I hear Scarlett and Tim scream my name behind me but I don't turn around.
It was As if I was possessed by something.
I sent punches flying to his face, battering him into a pulp. His blood spattering everywhere. With my girl screaming for me to stop.
"Rage." I hear Scarlett cry out and I feel her tugging my shoulders. I loose my balance and stumble back, with Roger sliding down the wall, dropping on the floor, unconscious like the piece of shit that he is.
Scarlett wraps her arms around me and sobs into my own chest.
"Please stop!" She pleaded, all the while I panted with this unrecognisable anger with in me.
"Please, Rage. Don't kill him. Please...." her soft voice pleaded.
This is what I like so much about her.
You can torture her for years. But she will still cringe at the idea of me killing them for her.
She has this kindness inside her, that people like them don't deserve. That....I don't deserve.
But fuck I am so selfish, I hardly care that I don't deserve her.
But I know. For the rest of my life. I am going to make myself better and more deserving of her.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, so I turn my head around.
Tim smiles at me and shook his head.
"Not now, brother. Remember our plans." He whispered.
I gave him a stiff nod and turned back around when I felt movements from ahead of me.
My eyes go big and my breathing becomes ragged.
Everything around me sort of slowed down.
I push Scarlett and throw her away from me.
She falls on the floor with a painful gasp and looked up at me in horror. Her eyes set behind her as Roger pulls the trigger.
I stood right infront of Timothy as the bullet hit me in the chest, the sound ringing throughout the empty underground.
I fall on my back with the air cutting down from my lungs.
The pain in my chest burning with intensity. My throat unable to make a sound.
As I feel my eyes close....
The last thing I see is Scarlett lunging on top of me with another bullet sound ringing in my ear.
***