It's been two days. Two fucking days since Falcon took Gypsy. Two fucking days of lying to Purab and Zeke that their mothers were okay. Two fucking days of living with an anguish I never imagined I could feel. And still no phone call from Falcon or anything.I'm trying to listen to Dante and stick to the plan but it's becoming harder to hold myself back from storming into Falcon's Casino and getting myself killed.Especially when it's more than obvious that he isn't keeping Gypsy at that Casino.I feel my phone chime with a notification. Lightening up the screen, I see that I've been sent a picture by an unknown number.Once I unlock my phone, every cell in my body tenses up as I look at the picture sent to me by the unknown number.It's a picture of Gypsy chained in a chair, blood sliding down her chin.“What is it, Enzo?” Dante springs up from the couch to whip the phone out of my hand.“Fuck!” He stares at the picture with anger burning in his eyes.“I'm going to kill him. I'm fuc
The feel of ice cold water being thrown in my face snaps me out of unconsciousness. Groaning, I open my eyes to find a thug-looking guy holding a bucket in front of me.Behind him is the man I hate more than anything else. I instantly want to get up and beat the shit out of him but realize that my hands and feet are shackled to the chair when I try to get up.I try some more to free my hand.“You should be smart enough to know that that's fruitless.” Falcon's voice is filled with so much humour that someone who doesn't know anything about this will think that we're friends playing some kind of twisted game.“You fucking bastard. Where the fuck is my wife?”Falcon laughs. “Aww, don't worry, pretty boy. Your little 'wife' is fine. For now.”I growl, thrashing my body again in hopes of freeing myself.“Your days are numbered, Falcon.” I seethe. “I'm going to kill you with my own bare hands.”Instead of being afraid or pissed off, a huge grin appears on his face. Obviously he has the upp
Before I can protest, I'm dragged outside harshly, my bare feet hurting from the gravels I'm made to walk down. I wince. After walking for what seemed like eternity through endless tunnels and tunnels, we stop.I look up, taking in my surrounding. We are in some kind of hall which is just as dark as the room Falcon had locked me up in. It's some kind of dungeon.But that's not what caught my attention. I grimace. Everyone is awake. The entire dungeon is packed, filled with people. Several guards, and skimpily dressed ladies who look like this is the last place they want to be at.It's obvious that the women are Falcon's other slaves. Women who are made to do despicable things against their will.My blood boils as I scan their faces. Today I'm going to get justice for all of them.The large dungeon is full of people and the only empty place was where I now stood, right in the center. I don't know what Falcon is planning to do to me, and neither do I know where Gypsy and Mrs. Mehra are.
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
The pain from the stabbing cripples me and I feel my legs begin to give way. No Enzo. You promised Gypsy. You promised Mrs. Mehra. Don't let them down. There's a reason you won almost every fight in the arena. There's a reason you were always undefeated. There was a motivation behind every fight. That motivation was anger. Anger towards Gianna and your brother for betraying you. A tiny voice in my head chides. You always won because you always imagined your opponents in the ring as your brother. Anger and pain drove you to join that fighting arena in the first place. Bring it back. Look around you. There are thousands of reasons to be angry. Thousands. Find it. Bring it back. Find your motivation. Fulfill your promise. Fight. I blink. More blood seeps between my fingers. I'm very aware of how much blood I'm losing. My eyes connect with Falcon who is looking extremely satisfied with himself. The man I hate more than I even hate my brother and Gianna. They're scum to the earth. I
"Gypsy, please try to relax." Dante says behind me from the hospital chair he's sitting on.I ignore him, continuing to pace back and forth on a short distance. How can I relax? How can I relax when Enzo is dying?He's in the operation theater right now and it's been about an hour, yet no one has come out to say anything to us.So how can I relax knowing that if something happens to Enzo, it would all be my fault?"Oh Gypsy." I feel Dante step behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and squeezing reassuringly.Why is he being so kind to me? He should be upset, pissed off with me. After all, I'm the reason his best friend is fighting for his life right now.Yet when I turn to face him, he has a warm smile on his face. My throat tightens with emotion, and I throw my arms around him in a hug."I will never forgive myself if something happens to him, Dante."Dante rubs soothing circles on my back. "Look, Gypsy. I know you think it's all your fault but it really isn't, okay?" A sad s
GYPSY'S POVMy heart skipps a beat as the gruff voice fills my ears. Hurriedly, I look up at Enzo. His eyes are closed."Enzo?"I call out softly, stroking his cheeks with my thumb. "Can you hear me?"He doesn't stir. I look down at the hand that squeezed mine just a few seconds ago. Was I hallucinating? Did I imagine him talking to me too?"Enzo…" I try once more. He still doesn't stir. I bite down on my lip hard, my shoulders sagging in disappointment. I must have imagined everything. How I wish it wasn't just a figment of my imagination. I plant my feet on the tiled floor, standing up right. I turn to walk out when I feel the grip on my hand tighten. My head snaps back sharply."Stay princess." The same gruff voice fills my ears and this time I think I saw his lips move. No sooner than later, his eyes slowly blinked open. He shut them almost immediately, groaning. Light. The light must be stinging his eyes. I rush to the windows and pull the curtains close. When I turned, Enzo's
GYPSY'S POV"Hello dearest brother. Long time no see huh? I see you got yourself a new chick."Enzo grips my hand tighter, his jaw ticking at those words. It's obvious that if he wasn't ridden in bed, he would've got up and punched the hell out of his 'dearest brother'."Aren't you going to invite me in and tell your wife to get me a coffee? It's very chilly this morning, I need something to keep me warm." Enzo's brother continues, voice sweet and charming yet full of malice.Is this the same brother who sent Gianna to betray him?That explains.Enzo remains quiet, his eyes hard, fists clenching and unclenching. His anger seems to be reaching its peak. It would take very little push to make him snap. I squeeze his hand to calm him yet he doesn't react."You must be really angry. I know. It's been a while since I became dad's new heir and he didn't even invite you to the announcement party.” The man moves forward until he's at Enzo's bedside, stretching out his hand to squeeze Enzo's s