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♚30.Gone

Rafael

There's an annoying beeping sound nagging me. Everything hurts and my eyelids are are so fucking heavy. Still, I make an effort and I open my eyes, blinking once, twice, to chace a way the blurryness in my vision. The world finally comes into focus an I see that I'm somewhere that resembles a hotel suite. However, I'm hooked to a lot of machines so this is a hospital room contraption. Whoever brought me here knew I can't bear being into a real one.

I turn my head to the side and there's a digital clock. The date says it's been a week since we've flown to the Bahamas. What the hell happened? I remember Star and I going horse riding on the beach, a phone call gone unanswerd, the Chinese, Kim torturing me, the determined look on her face, an explosion... No. No. No.

I get up from the bed so suddenly that the world is spinning. I disconnect all the wires from my body, including the IV drip. Alarms go off and medical personnel rushes into the room. No. No. No. I grip my hair pulling hard. She's ok. She's fine. She has to be.

They try to aproach me but seeing my crazed stated they decide not to. Dante runs in. He's sporting big dark circles and he looks so sad, so broken. I make my gaze meet his and there's pity in his green eyes. Pity and a sheen of tears. No. No. No. He slowly comes closer to me.

"Where is she, brother? Where's my wife?"

His steps falter. "Everybody out!" He orders the doctors and nurses. "You should sit down, Raf."

"Where is Soraya? Where's my wife?"

He shakes his head an it's as if he prepares to give me horrendous news. "Sit down." He repeats, but when I refuse to relent he goes on. " I'm sorry, Rafael." No. No. No. "Soraya's gone."

An iron fists squeezes my heart to the point of crushing it, but I refuse to believe it. While there's been a fire, Soraya Eliana Russo is the strongest, most stubborn woman I've ever met. She wouldn't leave me, not like that. Not when last Theusday she pledged herself to me in her father's office when we signed our names in blood in front of our families, with Enzo as the officiant.

"This is a cruel joke, Dante." I say, grabbing the glass of water sitting on the nightstand and drowning it. But he's not laughing.

"I called to let you know you about the fact that our inside man warned me about the Chinese going for you. There was half a day of silence on both your and her end. I was worried so me an our men flew there immediately. Then Soraya contacted me, saying they have you and that she needs the tech team to track your location. You know she had men on the island, but they were few. I warned her to wait for backup but she said she couldn't leave you on their hands any longer."

He will pay for his sins. He will die today in agonising pain for what he did to Lee. I recall Kim Chen's words. Kill me instead, let him live a life without me in it, this way you'll break him and your revenge will be sweeter.

What have you done, Soraya?

"She managed to save you. We were already on route to the warehouse when her guard called to let me you needed medical attention immediately." His voice is distraught and he sighs deeply as if going on pains him "I didn't hear any struggling but I there was this big blast and then the line went dead. You were barely breathing when Enzo brought you to me. I went with our soldiers to check the area, there were a few bodies but everybody else left. I saw warehouse myself. It looked like a bomb was dropped on it, even if the distruction was contained, so we couldn't recover anyone from inside." She used Pyro21. "Her tracker is dead. We searched the forest for her for days, brother...I'm sorry."

I throw the glass in my hand at the wall. And it shatters into a million pieces. No. No. No! There's this burning rage inside of me and I let it take over. It's better than feeling my chest colapsing onto itself. So I break things, I tear the world around me apart because the world has tore her away from me. And when there's nothing more to grab onto, I fall to my knees in the middle of the debris I've created. And I scream. I scream until my lungs ache, until my voice is hoarse. Hot tears run down my face and I can't stop them from falling, just as I can't stop myself from free diving into the dark pit of despair. There's no light in here. Not without my Star. But if she's gone, I'll follow.