Dying

Salvatore's POV

That bitch brought men. Backups. Where from? I wondered.

I'll make sure she pays for taking my son and placing him in such danger. When the others were exchanging bullets, Eduardo and I made our way into the abandoned building.

My son is all that's in my mind right now, and that's who I cared about.

With my gun before me, I walked carefully further into the building,

“Hello, darling Salvatore” and my eyes darkened. I looked back and forth, but I couldn't see him, I could only hear her speak.

“Chloe. Where is my son?”

“How are you doing, my darling Salvatore?” She continued to ask without answering his.

“Fuck you, Chloe. Where the hell is my son? I didn't come here to respond to your stupid questions!” I thundered in anger. The grip on my gun tightened and my eyes red in anger.

“But you have to, honey. You don't have a choice. The earlier you start answering all of my questions, the better. Your son's life is in my hands” she drawled, making me wonder why I didn't k