Chapter Thirty-Nine

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I gripped the weapon in my hands as I gestured for my men to stay back. The dirty old building stood in the middle of nowhere. This is the location that Mark Leopold had sent me. It could be a trap and here I fucking was.

It looked like something Ignacio Reyes would own. He was a fucking scum. He didn't belong to any of the mafia's family, he was more of a small-town gangster that had made big and decided to cross me after I had put a bullet in his father's head. I had more men, more wealth, and more power than him but that didn't stop him. He was hellbent on destroying me. Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Nikolai Costello.

A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our guns, I aimed at one of their heads. A bullet shot out of the barrel of my gun; piercing his skull. One bullet, that's all it took before he slumped on the ground like a puppet released from his strings. A man walked toward him to see what had happened to him, his eyes went wide. His eyes darted all around, guns pointing in all directions.

That was when we started the shooting began. Bullets ruthlessly spilled out from all directions killing the men in front of the door, the balconies, and every other fucking corner of the house.

The muscles in my jaw twitched, and rage overtook every single cell of my body.

The entire area was being patrolled by a mere fifty men, all wiped out.

I walked to the fucking door, my gun spat out bullets relentlessly and with a loud crash, it fell. We ran in, a hundred of us and just a few of them. I killed every fucking bastard that stood in our way. Men, women, everyone. I have no compassion for someone who had tried to touch what's mine, someone who had hurt someone that belongs to me.

I stopped as Mark Leopold stood at the top of the stairs. He was alive, he was fucking alive. I dashed upstairs and pointed a gun at his head. My soldiers were taking care of the rest of Ignacio's men.

Mark stood there, unmoving. "I'm not afraid of death, Don Niko. If I was I wouldn't have called you."

I planted the barrel against his forehead. "You are a fucking traitor."

"Evangeline... that's my daughter. He took her into one of the rooms. After you save her then you can do whatever you want with me."

I pushed the gun more into his head. "Where is she?"

His eyes went to the door at the end of the hallway. Scott ran up the stairs and held Mark back by hitting his head against a wall.

I headed towards the door at the end and shot multiple times at the lock until a chunk of the wooden door flew off. I entered the room and the first thing I noticed was Evangeline, lying half-naked on the bed. She was unconscious and bleeding from the head.

Something smacked into the back of my head, a dull pain erupted in my skull. I turned and the next thing I know, Ignacio had a gun to my head as I had a gun pointed at him.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Niko"

A muscle in my jaw twitched as the urge to put a bullet in his head increased tenfold but I won't let him get away this easily. Instead of shooting him, I slammed the gun into his head making him stagger back.

He cursed before shooting me in the fucking arm. I shot a bullet into his shoulder and then another one in his leg. He hissed with pain and pointed his gun again at me before I kicked the gun out of his hands.

Scott and Alessandro came running into the room. They tackled Ignacio to the ground and I made my way to the bed. I picked her unconscious body into my arm and fuck, she looked unrecognizable.

I blinked several times as I took in her busted-up face. She fucking needed medical help. Leaving the rest to my men, I picked up Evangeline in my arms and hissed as the bullet wound stung.

I took her to my car and sat her unconscious body inside. Marco was already in the driving seat, ready to start the engine at my order.

Marco drove straight home, he took peeks through the rearview mirror at her bleeding, bruised swollen face. Fuck, I could not even recognize her.

"Is she alive?!"

He drove her around enough to be well-acquainted with her. He was the only cousin I trusted to be around her and not think about fucking her.

I looked down at her pale lips. She had lost so much fucking blood, the bastard had brutalized her. He hurt a helpless girl to get back at me, that fucking coward.

"She had lost a lot of blood," I told him.

He nodded and continued to drive until we reached our home. It was ours. This house had become as much hers as it was mine. It was fucking depressing to sit in my study and not hear her faint laughs coming from the gardens.

I tried to stop the blood that fucking trickled down her face. It was not a good sight, fuck! It was not a good sight at all. There shouldn't be blood on her face, she wasn't made for something like this.

The car finally came to a halt and I stepped out of the car with Evangeline still in my arms. I took her to her room—the one she used when she lived with me—I gently laid her on the bed and called our doctor.

I sat on the single couch in the corner as the doctor and a few of the nurses inspected her body, injected her, and tended to her wounds. They also took care of the shot on my arm, the bullet had only grazed it.

Something happened in my chest, a fucking tug at my heart when I heard one of them asking for a rape kit. I swallowed, fear... fucking fear took control of my body. I watched her unresponsive body laying on the bed. The doctor and nurses rambled on and on about something but I couldn't hear anything after the rape kit.

I got out of her room and went to my study to get a drink. I couldn't stay in that room any longer as the doctors inspected her body like she wasn't even alive anymore.

After having a single drink, I stopped. Drinking made me irrational, and monstrous. I went to the bathroom and took a shower washing her blood off my body. This was the first time, I hated the sight of blood covering my hands. It belonged to her. It was her innocent blood.

After six fucking hours or so, our family's doctor knocked on my study and told me that she had mild cranial trauma, two broken ribs, a nose injury, and a dislocated jaw. They had sedated her heavily and she won't be waking up in the next twelve hours.

And I was going to return all these injuries to the fuckers who hurt her and I will make it a thousand times worse.

I went back to her room and stilled in the doorway. She looked so fucking pale, fragile, and weak. She didn't look like herself. She didn't look like my stupid little Evangeline.

What I was feeling pissed me off, that feeling was so fucking odd, it was messing with my sanity. Care—I wanted to take all of her pain away.

I wanted to hold her, tell her everything will be alright but what the fuck would that make me? That would make me weak. I was not my father and I will never fucking be him. He loved his woman and that made him an easy target for his enemies and made my mother the prime target at all times. The lengths he went to just to keep my mother safe—but wasn't I doing the fucking same for Evangeline? 

I ran from my wedding, turned my whole famiglia upside down, and spent millions of dollars without even a single thought just to look for her.

Fuck! FUCK!

I annoyedly sat down on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees as I looked down. Evangeline's breathing was even. It was calm, and soft, even though her sleep was medically induced. Her dark eyelashes rested on her porcelain skin, her eyelids were swollen due and had turned black, bruising all over her face. A big bandage was wrapped around her head. None of this would have happened to her if she hadn't demanded to go back to her father's place. 

My teeth gritted with irritation as I remembered the sight of her lying almost naked in Ignacio's bed. If I hadn't been there on time, he would have taken her like the coward he was.

What kind of desperate excuse of a man would force himself on a woman? A girl half his size and age. He fucking knocked her unconscious and tried to have his way with her. I thought about the different ways I'm going to torture that motherfucker. I will fucking watch him take his last breath when I strangle the life out of him with my bare hands.

I touched her arm and traced the reddened skin, they had beaten her black and blue. Then her red swollen shoulder caught my eye. I slowly slid down her shirt from her shoulder, exposing a nasty bite mark.

I breathed out frustratedly and got off her bed before I did something stupid, like fucking kill Ignacio without torturing his ass.

I descended the stairs but stopped as I heard my father's voice. I looked towards the entrance and my father along with Scott entered my home.

Pops looked pissed off as he glared at me. The wedding didn't happen and that must have made him crazier than he already was. I knew what was coming, a long-ass lecture about taking on my responsibilities like a man.

He gave me a curt nod, gesturing toward my study before he walked off and entered without me.

"He is pissed..." Scott voiced.

"Do I look like I fucking care, Scott?" I snapped at him.

Scott breathed out, putting his hands in his pockets. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He hesitated a lot before he asked. "How is she?"

"I don't know. The doctor said she will physically heal in three to six weeks"

He scratched the back of his neck and then swallowed. "Was she... was she assaulted... sexually?"

"I don't know yet..."

"Can I see her?"

"She is unconscious."

"I know... I just want to see her myself if that's okay with you."

I thought about it for a few seconds. They had become quite close after Evangeline moved back to her father's house. We never talked but I know that she talked to Scott every single day.

I gave him a nod before I followed my father into my study.

"You left... you left your fiancé in front of our whole family and ran back to New York. You breached the contract I signed with Paul---"

I cut him off. "I did not breach any contract. I'm still wearing Grace's ring around my finger. It was just a delay, nothing else."

"A delay?! A delay?!"

"Paul and Grace Russell should know that Cosa Nostra is my life, my family, my duty will always be before anything."

Father chuckled nastily and scratched his beard. He went over to the mini-bar. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it in one go. "But you didn't come back for your duty or your family. You came back for the girl—the same girl I told you to get rid of."

I let out a dry breath. "And I told you that I don't take orders from you anymore."

He was furious but I didn't care anymore. I'm not letting her out of my sight again.

"What do you plan on doing? Keeping your wife and your mistress in the same house?!"

"I will keep Grace away from her," I answered.

"Are you even listening to yourself? You should keep that girl away from your wife, not the other way around!"

"After our marriage, Grace will move to Sicily, to our family home."

"You will move with her?"

"I don't plan on it."

"What are you suggesting?"

I heaved a sigh. A muscle in my jaw ticked as I looked my father in the eyes. "You signed this contract and I told you that I will not break this contract. After our marriage what I plan on doing to my wife is none of your or any other men's concern," I buttoned my suit jacket. "Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do."

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