Chapter 30

Carlos I gave Marcello one fucking job, only one; to watch over Kay when I was away, but he failed. Apart from mafia shit, I also have a company to run, and since I spent most of my time in Italy, I needed to catch up with our business here. I had left everything to my manager, and being the CEO, my presence is much needed. That's why I have been working so much lately. So in the middle of the day, I called the fucker to ask how she was doing, and he tells me she was at the racing track alone. That alone bothered me, so I had to leave my office and go to her before my enemies took advantage of the situation. I knew she loved racing, and I had no problem with that; my main concern was seeing her get cosy with that boy. She's mine, why doesn't she understand that? As if that was not enough, she leaves with fucking Ricardo, and I had to follow them. When she moved closer to touch him, I was about to go punch my brother, but stopped at her question. Someone has been threatening her, and she kept it from me all this time. That explains the roses I saw in her room, but brushed it off. I should have known, fuck, she's good at hiding her emotions, you wouldn't even guess if she's troubled. It can't be Rico, though. No matter how twisted he is, I know he won't hurt her. The power Rico wants, he can only get it through her. If she chooses him, there is nothing anyone will do. The alliance will still remain, and when he becomes her husband, everything will automatically go to him. I won't allow that, though, never. I hate walking away from her after that argument. I was forced to because I'm not good at reigning in my anger. I tried so hard not to show her that side of me, so I had to leave. I knew if I stayed, I would have said something out of rage that would have upset her. So here I am, in my club with a glass of Scotch, trying to forget the image of her holding that boy's hands. The way they were looking at each other, fuck. She hasn't even held my hands like that before. Does she care about him? I have been drowning glass after glass of this liquid, but it's not working. Earlier, I used to take out my anger on a willing pussy. Like the whores sending me flirtatious smirks right now. I would have grabbed two and fucked them to oblivion, and when morning comes, I'd be fresh as new. But now I can't. Merely one mistake and she'll slip away. Also, I jerk at her bare image every morning because it's the only thing stuck in my mind; she ruined me for any other woman. That's how sick my life has become. How do I even make her like me? For most women I have encountered, I didn't even have to lift a finger, and they kept coming back, even after treating them like crap. I'm as soft as I can ever be with Kay, I just don't know how else to make her see me. Taking one last gulp, I stand up from my seat, ready to leave because coming here was pointless. I should have buried myself in work or tortured someone in the cells. She must be asleep by now. So, I will just go get it over with that Russian boy. My phone has been vibrating in my jeans pocket for the last 30 minutes, but I keep ignoring it. Whoever is calling this late can kiss my ass. Also, I'm not feeling like conversing with anyone. Getting out of the godamn place, I sigh in relief when I enter the comfort of my car. I didn't realise how noisy it was in there until now. I'm about to start my car when my phone starts vibrating again. I hungrily take it out, but the caller startles me. Why is my brother of all the people calling me? "What?" I respond rudely. "Kay is hurt," He whispers, and I pull my phone from my ear to double-check if it's really Rico "What do you mean she's hurt? She's at home right now sleeping," I argue, starting the car. If this is a prank, then it's not gonna work on me. "You stupid fuck didn't even know she was out?" he snaps angrily, and my breathing stops. What was she doing out late? The scotch disappears from my system when the realisation hits me. Rico won't make this up. What the fuck? "Where is she? " I whisper my energy fading away. It shouldn't happen again. Shit. "NY hospital," he mumbles, ending the call. Who hurt her? I have never driven so fast in my life; it takes me only 5 minutes to roughly park in an empty spot and rush to the building. I spot my brother at the front doors and immediately rush to him, "Where is she?" I pant out breathlessly He looks at me bored. " They're still operating on her," he mutters, breaking his SIM card before dumping it. What he just did can make Victor have his head; he'll feel betrayed. "What happened, Rico?" I ask impatiently. "I have never seen someone so careless in my life, Carlos. You were busy drinking in some club while Kay is fighting for her life in there," he yells, pointing at the wards. "I'm sure no one even noticed she was not in the house. Do you know what could have happened if I were one minute late?" his voice softens as he looks at me with hatred. I lower my head shamefully; it is my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone. Shit. I tug at my hair, harshly facing the opposite side from my brother. I should be the one to save her; it's my duty to keep her safe, but this is the second time I'm letting her get hurt. "Victor sent his men to take her out. Something must have lured her out of the house," he sighs, his anger dissipating. I knew he cared for her. My brother doesn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. I hope she doesn't consider him after this. "How bad is it?" I whisper, turning to look into his soulless eyes, hope lacing my voice. He ignores me, sticking his hand in his jacket, and I am about to grab my gun when he tosses a parcel on my chest. "She's in room 38, and I'm only doing this for Kayla. I'm yet to find out who's threatening her," he says, moving closer to me. "If you don't know how to treat a woman, I will teach you, brother," Rico scoffs before walking away. Fuck. I head inside and plop myself on one of the seats in the waiting lounge, praying she's okay. She has been through a lot, and she doesn't deserve this. I brought this to her. I led the Russians to her, and Victor will only stop when Moreno's falls. I tear the seal of the envelope, and a bunch of pictures fall out. My eyes bulge out of their sockets at the images before me. I can't believe this.