Chapter 28: 25: 𝕄𝕚𝕫𝕡𝕒𝕙

𝘔𝘪𝘻𝘱𝘢𝘩- the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death

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Gio's POV:

🚨Trigger Warning (slight gore) 🚨

"Where the hell is she!?" I shout at the bruised man in front of me as I punch him again.

He chokes on his own blood and I chuckle in complete disgust. What a pig.

"I-I don't k-know Si-ir," he manages to finally get out. I punch him again.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Are you familiar with baseball?" I pause as he eagerly nods his head like the obedient dog he is. "Well right now, you've got two strikes; first you go behind my back and then you dare to lie to me? I really should end your miserable life right now."

I turn around to look at the table lined with tools that I might need when torturing people like him, and feel a hint of excitement rush through me. I honestly don't enjoy beating people to a pulp all that much, but this time it's different.

This time, I'm doing it to save my angel, Rosary.

God, I miss her. I've become a complete psychopath since she's been gone. It's been almost two weeks and I'm so worried for my baby. It's not that I don't think she's strong, she's one of the strongest people I've met, rather I'm worried because I know how truly evil people like Leviathan can be. I can only imagine what he's putting her through right now.

I would give anything to hold her in my arms right now. But people like the traitor in front of me are the reason I can't and I hate them for that.

I was lucky in the sense that when Leviathan shot me, there wasn't any serious damage. I'm still healing and Dr. Williams, my private doctor, suggested I rest for another week or two but I refused. I told him that as long as I'm not in immediate danger of falling dead from my injuries, I'm not wasting a second to get my girl back.

And I haven't. All of my waking hours- and much of the hours I'm supposed to be asleep for- are dedicated to finding Rosary. I don't have much to go on, but it will have to be enough. So far, I've been able to make it enough too.

First, I managed to figure out how Leviathan was able to be one step ahead that day: some of my men are traitors. While searching for Rose, I've also been weeding out the rats. The poor excuse of a human in front of me just happens to be one of them.

Picking up my instrument of choice (a screwdriver) I face the whimpering man in front of me once again.

"Luckily for you, Rose believes in second chances so we're going to try this one more time and if you don't answer me honestly, I will not hesitate to gauge your eye out with this," I raise the tool up to the light for a full effect and the traitor shivers in fear. Pathetic.

"Where is Rosary?" I demand in a dark voice.

Hesitating, the man closes his eyes as if that might provide him protection. After a few moments of complete silence, I grow impatient and I begin to drag the tip of the screwdriver up his cheek. He cries out as I begin to apply pressure the closer I get to his eye.

Finally, he cries out, "I-I don't kn-now, I swe-ear!"

"Strike three. You're out."

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I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time tonight as I stare at my computer screen.

Where are you Rose?

Each day, I ask myself this question willing the answer to somehow just make itself clear. Yet it doesn't, forcing me to sit here with no way to help her. I'm such a terrible person.

Normally, that statement doesn't bother me. In fact, it makes me proud. But right now, it makes me want to shoot myself. More than anything though, it makes me want to put a bullet between Leviathan's eyes.

I glance back at a note that he had sent to me last week in utter disdain.

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Dear Giovanni,

I heard you survived. Congratulations; I can't say the same will happen for Rosary after I'm through with her. In the future when you look back on this incident just remember that I am stronger than you'll ever be. Never mess with a Rossi.

Leviathan Rossi

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Why does that last name sound familiar? As far as I can remember, I don't think I've ever known a Rossi before him. So why do I recognize it?

And that's when it hits me.

The box.

The box I found in Rosary's dead mother's room. Across the top in neat handwriting was the name Isabelle Rossi in black permanent marker. Either this is one big coincidence, or Leviathan Rossi is Rosary's dad. I'm leaning towards the latter. Shit. How did I not see that coming?

No wonder he was so adamant to get her. Maybe I've misjudged this whole situation and he simply wanted his daughter back. But if that were true, then what did he mean by, "after I'm through with her"?

Maybe it's just me being an overprotective monster, but something about this whole situation feels off. My heart is screaming at me saying I need to save Rose because she is truly in danger, while the logical part of me is trying to convince me not to go into psycho-mode.

If only there were a way for me to figure out Leviathan's true intentions...

Wait, what about the diary? It was probably Isabelle's and if they were married she had to of said something about Leviathan. I need to find that diary.

Running to Rose's room, I stop right in front of her door. I don't know why, but it seems almost impossible for me to enter her room without her here. When did I get so soft? I mean, it's not like she's dead. Well, I'm eighty percent sure of it.

Forcing my emotions to go back to where they came from, I open her door. Her room looks as if she'd never been taken. Looking around, I find my mind wandering to that day.

After all of Leviathan's men had left, I managed to call for backup. Dr. Williams came immediately and took care of my injuries. In the next few days, I had people clean my apartment and remove all of the blood and dead bodies.

Now it seems as if nothing had ever happened; well at least from the outside. While my apartment may be spotless and my injuries are mostly healed, my soul is still lifeless. Without Rosary here, I'm merely surviving on the notion that she will be soon.

I may have saved her that night, but it is she who saves me each day from my own demons.

I love her.

I love her more than life itself. Nothing has ever felt more right. And to be honest, I'm quite alright with that.

Taking a deep breath, I enter her room. The first place I look is her bookshelf but after further investigation, I find no diary. The next place is her desk but once again, no diary. I'm beginning to lose patience when I decide to look under her bed. Lo and behold, I see the very box I had found in her mother's closet all those weeks ago. So much has happened since then.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I push aside my thoughts and lift the flaps of the box. Gently grabbing the diary, I stand up and walk to a chair in the corner of her room. After I'm comfortable, I open the diary and begin to read.

And I almost wish I wouldn't have.

With each passing word, I begin to feel anger take over my body. How can someone be so truly appalling?

It baffles me how he could do such things to someone he claims he loves. The more I read though, the more I realize that what he felt for Isabelle wasn't love but rather a psychopathic obsession. And now that Isabelle is gone, he's got a new target: Rosary.

Unfortunately for Leviathan, Rose isn't alone; she's got me.

And I don't give up.

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