Chapter 31: 28: 𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖

𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦- to break a bond or binding promise

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48 hours prior...

Gio's POV:

Slamming my laptop shut, I sigh. I would give anything to be able to hold my angioletto in my arms right now. We wouldn't even have to do anything. Simply staring into her eyes and watching her exist would be enough for me.

I'm a dying man and Rosary is my life support, it's as simple as that. Without her, nothing in this world makes sense. The sun is too hot and the night is too empty. I can't even walk into my office without imagining her in my lap, reading one of the many books she took from one of my shelves while she nibbles on her finger in concentration.

My attention is brought back to the present when I get an email from an unknown sender.

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Dear Giovanni,

How did you possibly put up with Rosary for so long? She's fucking crazy. Honestly, I did you a favor by taking the girl off your hands.

Fortunately for her, I'm a pretty accepting man; I don't mind her frantic outbursts as long as I get to control her every move. And let's face it, I'm the better man for her. It's been two weeks and yet you still haven't found her which is quite disappointing on your end. I'm sure she's beginning to wonder if you even meant all of the things you said to her. Aren't you supposed to be her hero? Oh right, you aren't.

You're just a boy pretending to be a man.

Leviathan Rossi

P.S. Doesn't she look so gorgeous in my bed?

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Attached to the email is a picture of my little strawberry passed out on a bed in a dark room. As I take in her appearance, my heart clenches when I see bruises that look like handprints littering her body.

What the hell has he done to her!?

In a moment filled with pure rage, I chuck the glass of whiskey I had been drinking at one of the walls in my office and watch as it shatters into a million pieces. I'm so done with this asshole and his arrogant behavior.

Getting an idea, I pick up my phone and call Roco, a skilled hacker who works for me. He picks up on the second ring.

"What's up boss?"

"Can you trace a picture to a specific location if it was sent in an email?"

"It depends; send it to me and I'll see what I can do," he answers.

"Roco, this is very important. My future wife is in danger and could die at any moment. This isn't a see-what-you-can-do job; it's a do-it-right-or-die job!" I bite out angrily and hang up the phone.

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The sound of my phone ringing wakes me from my restless sleep at two in the morning. I have the urge to scream at whoever is on the other side of the line but one look at the caller I.D. changes my mind. It's Roco. This better be good.

"Speak," I demand as soon as I accept the call.

"I was able to trace the picture. I'm sending you the location right now."

My heart rate instantly picks up speed as a shred of hope winds its way around my chest. I'm going to see Rosary again. The thought has me releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I'm about to end the call when I think of my sweet girl. She would kill me if she found out I didn't thank Roco for saving the day... and for threatening his life, but that's not really important. Begrudgingly, I letting out a quick 'thanks' and hanging up the call. It's better than nothing.

A few seconds later, a notification pops up on my phone telling me the exact location the picture was taken. Immediately, I send a text to practically all of my men ordering them to suit up and be ready to leave in an hour tops. Every minute that passes by decreases the chances of her being there when we arrive; and frankly, I'm too impatient to wait another damn second to see Rosary.

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Six hours later, I find myself racing down a road located deep in the Rockies at an ungodly speed. My impatience and straight-up fear for Rosary's life are the driving forces behind me pressing on the gas pedal even harder.

Supposedly, I'm only five minutes away from my destination. Looking up from the map on the car screen and scanning my surroundings, I see the outline of a mansion. Bingo. Going into battle mode, I begin to rapid-fire commands like I'm an auctioneer into my earpiece.

All of our cars slow down and come to a stop; we will have to walk the rest of the way so as not to be noticed.

Earlier, I had ordered a crew to eliminate all security details Leviathan may have that they could without grabbing attention. The crew's previous success is now allowing us to get through his wall of defense unnoticed.

And that's when I see her.

Crawling up onto the ledge of a balcony about three stories up. Jesus fucking Christ, is she trying to kill herself!?

Losing any of the remaining control and sanity I had when I arrived, I break into a dead sprint. As I run, I see her lose her balance and falter when she tries to take a step back. When a dark figure cautiously approaches her, she pulls out a gun and points it at them making the figure  instantly stop.

As I get closer, I realize that the dark figure isn't just anyone; it's Leviathan. And my baby is taking a stand against him. A feeling of pride settles over me with this realization. And then that pride is murdered.

Time seems to slow around me as I see her drop the the gun and hesitantly step off of the ledge. Her body falls through the air limply as if she's already dead and I run even faster trying to make the impossible possible.

It's not fast enough though.

I watch in horror as her delicate body collides with the ground, the sound of things snapping immediately following.

"FRAGOLINA," I scream out in desperation as reality hits me in full force.

I'm too late.

I couldn't save her this time.

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A/N;

Please ignore my cringy interpretation of mafia business; I'm just a girl with unrealistic fantasies trying to write a book 😭