Tied to the devil

To whatever end⚠️

Carlos POV

"FIND THEM!!" I ordered anger coursing through my veins.

Every moment those imbaseals spend on the phone talking and generally being idiots, is time she is getting further and further away from me.

The nurse wearily walked into the room, checking my vitals and all that crap. I have been in the hospital for two days after waking up. Mario had told me everything that went down after I was shot.

In the smoke him, Gideon and Sienna had gotten away taking me with them. They went to a safe house and Mario stayed with me in hospital. But all I can remember was her looking at me. Begging for my help.

I failed her.

I broke my promise to protect her, I am safe, and she is out there somewhere with those evil fuckers probably being torn apart mentally and physically. She belongs to me, and I belong to her. I plan on getting her back.

To whatever end.

Fausto POV

My little princess. Finally, home with me.

She sleeps so peacefully, her delicate form laying in front of me.

She has been healing from her wound, being sedated so she doesn't get scared. I can't wait to have her by my side. Married.

I walk out of her room, the guards nodding in respect. "Where is she?" Tyrone seethes, anger raging inside of him. The pathetic man thinks he still has power.

He's a cripple.

An old man who pretends to be scary, but just sits in a wheelchair all day. I took control of my empire the day he got shot. A cripple can never run and empire. He is weak.

"Tyrone. Hope you are feeling better today" I snarl with a low chuckle. He is so easy to aggravate. It has been the highlight of the last four years until today. Oh, my little princess.

"Don't fuck around with me Fausto" he threatens, I hold back my laugh finding him incredibly funny. "I demand to see her" he glare.

"She is sleeping" I reply as simply as possible so his crippled brain could understand. "I don't care if she is sleeping, she is my daughter, so I want to see her."

I hate that word my coming from his mouth. He let her go. He hurt her. And she is mine. Forever.

"Follow me" I say nonchalantly, if I let him see her, he might shut the fuck up and leave me alone for a minute.

I walk to her bed side, caressing her soft face with my hand. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, inhaling her sent. Claiming her as mine.

Tyrone just stares at Maia, shock, and delight all over his face. Then her eyes twitch open.

I smiled down at my beautiful princess, as her eyes darted round the room. "Good, you're finally awake" I chirp.

She shakes uncontrollably, "let me go!" she cries. Her shouts and screams filling the room. "It's alright little princess, you're safe with me" I say smoothing the hair on her head.

She pulls against the restraints, "Fuck you" she spits, tears rolling down her face. "WATCH YOU'RE MOUTH" I hiss.

Cuts form where the handcuffs are, as she slurs and pulls attempting to escape my grasps.
"Don't hurt yourself" I say calmy, wiping a tear from under her eye.

After ten minutes of screaming at me, she finally gives in, turning her face from me. She eyes Tyrone in his wheelchair, a small glimpse of glee in her eye at the sight.