"You bring good to my lonely life, honestly
It's hard for me to look into your eyes
When I say that I would be nothing without your love
I feel the rush and it's amazing"
—The Weeknd

     "Now be a good pet and stay put," He pats my head before advancing out the door. It slams shut making me flinch.

     The torture went on for what feels like hours. The pain in my back returns and all I feel a slight throb.

     I wanna go home.

     I curl up and rock as silent tears run down my face. The small cage making it almost impossible to move. He placed the cage in the center of the red room, saying that 'a pet gets what a pet deserves.'

     Pets don't deserve to be caged up though. They deserve to be free, running though the tundra or flying through the clouds.

     The coldness makes goosebumps raise on my skin, whilst my nipples erect painfully.

     I want my Reid.

     The scars will stay on my back permanently. A reminder, of how foolish I am—how undeniably weak I am. I don't want to be weak. I wish to be strong, cause if I was I'd probably be in the arms of my Reid.

     I haven't eaten in days . . . and to be honest, I don't even know what day it is. Heck, I don't even know the time or if the sun still casts its rays upon the earth.

     Despite all the discomfort, my eyes slowly flutter close. I fall into a dreamless sleep.

REID

     Ever since the video was seen by my men and I, we've been preparing. Gathering all the Mafia members for what may be a war. Though that's not what we want, we simply want to walk in, get my angel, kill Blackmore and leave peacefully. No more bloodshed besides him.

     But that's highly unlikely.

     Sure, we've defeated him in the past but it is at this time that I am the defeated.

     He has my girl.

     "BOSS!"

     I turn on my heel and advance to the eager voice. "Whatcha got?"

     "I've ran the video through and tracked the IP address . . . we have a hit!" And with that speak of hope, I signal all my men. We gather our weapons and sprint out to the SUVs waiting in the long driveway. Jake, Ryder, Luis and I all in one car together.

     Jake is my eyes. He can hack into any surveillance system and direct me through the maze. His tracking skills are improving gradually.

     Ryder is my consigliere, or chief advisor. He plays one of the most important roles in a crime family. He is my good friend since childhood, and I've come to trust him more than any man alive. The consigliere is meant to offer unbiased information based on what he sees as best for the family.

     Luis is one of my many soldiers, and my best. He has a strong suit for weapons; guns, machetes, tasers, etc. He has my back during fights whilst I have his.

     And I? Well, I'm non other than the boss. When my father recently stepped down, the title became mine. I've been training all my life for this role.

     "Update?" I ask Jake from the passenger seat. The computer next to us has two dots in the frame. Ours, the green, is moving at a fast pace to our target, the red.

     "About 2 minutes away," he nods curtly.

     "Alright," I look over to Ryder and Luis, "get ready boys."

     Blood. Blood is everywhere.

     My men have killed many. No casualties on our side so far. Hopefully there will be none, but in situations like this you never know. Utter chaos.

     However, my mind is set on finding one man. I will find him, but not kill him, that is if he complies. He deserves to suffer a slow and painful death.

    I run up the stair case, side stepping corpses that adorn the ground. I approach a long narrow hallway. Every door the same besides a crimson red that is at the very end.

     I slowly approach the door. I try the knob, but the bitch is locked. Taking steps back I gain adrenaline. I run and meet the door, making it fly off the hinges. What lies behind the door makes me want to aim and shoot between the eyes of Blackmore, like I was so close to doing before.

     My beautiful angel lies naked and cold inside of a cage. A FUCKING CAGE.

     "R-Reid?" Her angelic voice croaks out. God, she's so gorgeous.

     I snap out of my trance and run to her side. "I'm here baby, I'm here." Her precious hand snakes through the cage, latching onto mine. Her skin is freezing. I rub my hands against hers, trying to build up friction. Her body starts convulsing in sobs. I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her knuckles ever so gently.

     "I'm gonna get you out of here," I say. I reluctantly let go of her hand and move to get a good look at the cage. A big metal lock holds together the door of the cage. I grab my gun from my holster, "Move back."

     Meredith moves accordingly, bring her knees to her chest to hide herself. I deeply inhale, than exhale. I bring my gun up and aim.

BANG

     The lock falls off from the cage. I throw open the door and gather my angel in my arms. She significantly lighter. Obviously, that asshole Blackmore hasn't been feeding her right whatsoever. She buries her face in my neck.

     "Boss?" Jakes voice tunes in from my ear piece.

     "Yes, Jake?" I reply. Meredith looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused. Once she realizes my ear piece, her chapped lips from an 'o' shape.

     "Blackmore is escaping through the back door," he replies.

     "On it," I say before I head out the door. Meredith is shivering, both in fear and lack of warmth. I pick up my pace. Sprinting down the stairs, I'm met up with Ryder and Luis. Once they see Meredith's condition their face turns murderous.

     "I'll kill that son of a bitch," Luis says.

     "No," I move to him and gently hand Meredith over to him. He holds her close and protectively, "I will."

     Meredith's face scrunches up. She goes to protest but I cut her off. "It's okay babygirl," I kiss her crown.

     I stride through the house, stepping over bodies of the fallen and pools of blood. Stepping though the barrier of the house, I take in the scene on the lawn. Men upon men, dead. The Crystal Reapers have been eliminated from what I can see, or at least most of them.

     "You know, I thought I'd finally gotten rid of you," a gruff voice slurs. Blackmore is standing in the middle of the lawn, bloodied and buzzed. Of course he would be drinking while all his men fight to the death.

     "You just never give up," he says, slowly advancing toward me.

     "Why would I give up when you've taken the one thing in this shitty world that means the most to me, huh? If anything you'd made me work harder than I ever have . . . so thank you," I say as I raise my gun. At the same time he raises his.

     A Mexican standoff.

     I wait to see what his next move is. His index finger slowly moves toward the trigger, as does mine. It happens so quickly. The last thing I hear is two gun shots ringing through the air, and the heart breaking scream of my precious angel.