Regina In Revenge

𝚂𝙸𝚇𝚃𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁.

THIRD PERSON'S POV.

"Demitri what NOW!?!?" Nickolai screamed.

"I said Demi is missing" Artemis repeated herself.

"Fuck this sleep! I knew this is what happens if we try to rest!" Nickolai shouted as he speed walked to the cabin he and Demitri had been provided. Luckily he found his phone and files kept intact on the desk.

He took a seat on the other side of the desk while the rest of the Russo's barged in.

"Gianni," Nickolai spoke into the phone. "I need you to bring that scumbag we had found at the safe house to England as soon as possible. Also, bring as many men as possible on the same plane. I need all the warehouses to be guarded 24/7, the same goes for the house." He shouted orders into the phone. "I'll let you know everything once you reach here."

"I'll have my men bring in reports about Peter's most recent whereabouts" William spoke and walked out with Albert.

"I'll be back." Artemis stated and walked away.

"Boys, go get some rest. I'll call you if I need anything." Nickolai told the twins, who walked away reluctantly.

"Ace, I need every single details about Demitri. Have Armani trace his phone locations and also see if he still has the tracker on him." Ace nodded and walked out.

"Dad," Giovanni walked a little closer. "When we were out, Artemis and I felt like we were being watched. I guess it's something to do with this." He explained.

"Okay, I'll look into it. Right now, go and see if we can arrange men from ours bases in Italy and Sicily." Giovanni nodded and walked away.

Nickolai let out a loud sigh as he sunk into his chair. His hands lifted into the air and bent over as he covered his face with them. Rubbing his face he got back to work and opened his laptop.

ARTEMIS'S POV.

I walk out of the house and reach the large garden the Richards have in the back of the mansion. I let myself fall on the freshly water sprinkled grass, not in the correct mind to notice the other stuff.

This feels like it's happening all over again.

He promised me that he'd be alright.

He promised me to come back home.

To keep himself safe.

The tears just kept flowing and I didn't know what to do.

I feel so helpless

***

I don't know how long it had been since I sat down here, but I looked up and it was pitch dark, the only thing in sight was the shining moon and little stars scattered around it. 

"There you are," I hear a small whisper and an arm wrap around my shoulder, taking my into a side hug. "I've been looking for you all this time."

"I don't know what to do, Will. I feel so helpless. Some or the other way, it is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on going he would have been here, with us." I sink into his chest as he wraps both his arm around me.

"It is not your fault, Bumblebee," he consoled me. "Look here," he took my face in his hands and wiped away the dried tear stains. "No crying, he'll be alright and we're going to get him back. Then you all will leave for New York, and then celebrate your upcoming birthday in a few months, okay?" He assured me in a soft voice. "Now, let's get inside, it's almost midnight." He day and lends my a hand to stand.