POV:Enzo

"Boss you have to hurry, Mrs Riccardo's house is under attack".

I become numb, unable to move as a gripping fear chills my bones.binding me to the spot.almost as if it has turned me to ice.

With my heart racing,I fly out of bed.searching frantically for my clothes and dressing up with lightning speed.i grab my guns from the dresser,check the clip and tuck it into my jeans.then I strap my knives on too.

I hear Laurel's muffled voice,asking me what is wrong.but I don't have the strength to reply her,I turn to her.she is a blur in my hazy sight,I kiss her lightly on the head and tells her not to leave the house.then I pull out my phone,making phone calls.assembling my men and trippleling the security that will guard our bedroom.instructing no one to go in or out.

I am in a weird trance.on auto pilot, barking out orders and everything.

Rounding up the corner,I hurriedly take the stairs,I meet Killian already in the foyer.

"The cars are prepared".he says.walking with me as I take hurrie