Fifty-Two

ENZO'S POV

"I want to speak to my wife. This match isn't happening until I speak to my wife." I say immediately and without waiting for confirmation, I proceed towards Gypsy.

The guards behind me pull out their guns as soon as I move, alert. I roll my eyes, turning to glare at Falcon. He chuckles, waving to his toys.

"It's fine. Let him have a word with her. It's important to say your goodbyes with your loved ones before you die, you know. This might be his last night. It's quite understandable."

My jaw clenches. One chance. Just one fucking chance to smash his head In. I've never hated anyone like I do him.

Reaching my wife, I kneel on one knee in front of here. I lift my hands up and pull the cloth out of her mouth. My blood boils as I take in the brususes starting to form on her face.

Gypsy blinks at me once and then the she breaks into loud sobs. My insides clench as I gather her in my arms and cradle her.

"I'm sorry, Enzo. I'm so sorry. Your life is so messed up now all because