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30 - The Basement

VALENTINA'S POV

I scream as I hear the bang sound, but I instantly shoot my head up as my yell is drowned out by another's.

Conner's.

Quickly taking in the scene, I see Francis had burst open the door and had Connor in a choke hold on the floor.

Veins were bulging out of his neck in anger as he commanded the guards behind him to round up the guests here and search their rooms to search for accomplices.

I stand there dumbfounded from what just happened and as I see Connor's eyes slowly closing from the lack of oxygen, I spring into action and push Francis off the body.

The gang leader looks up at me, there was fury in his eyes that made me cower back, but I stop to check if Connor was alive.

I put two fingers on his neck and let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of his slowed heartbeat, he was still unconscious though.

When I look back at Francis, he's standing there sending a death glare towards me before pulling me up by the arm and making me face him directly.

"Why the hell did you save him?!" he yells into my ear, making me squint my eyes from the noise. "He was going to kill you and you still save him from death!"

He shakes me, but I wait for him to stop shouting so that I could speak. I held my patience, knowing that it was his disorder making him think like this- irrationally.

"Connor was forced to do this," I say confidently. "When he was holding the gun, he was trembling and scared. If someone wanted to kill me they would do it without hesitation. He didn't want to. He said he needed to. Someone made him do this."

As I finish my assumption, my arm is released from the rough grasp and I see him, running over the evidence in my head. "It makes sense," he utters, and I wearily smile at him, making his eyes sting with regret.
"I'm sorry Angel," he says admittedly and takes my hand in his, showering it with kisses.

I laugh weakly and look past him to ask a worker to take the unconscious killer on the floor to the hospital section of the mansion, but after I spoke, he glances at Francis before nodding and taking him away.

When I tried to walk out of the room, I was still being held by Francis. I could tell he was too skittish to leave me alone right now. Glancing frequently at me, his grasp on my hand tightened as we walked by the guests who were being ushered to leave.

I caught a glimpse of Sienna, but before I could get her attention, I noticed a scowl on her face and her hand wrapped around a wine glass as if it was a neck.

Francis led me away, to our room and laid me on our bed. I moved over for him to lie down next to me but that only made him chuckle quietly. "Sorry love, but I need to deal with what just happened," he explained, sounding sincere and I nod as he walks out of the room.

And as soon as I close my eye, I drift into sleep.

FRANCIS POV

When I leave Valentina, I can't hold in my anger anymore.

I crack my fists against each other, and my wings come out instinctively.

How dare someone tries to hurt her?
On her special night.
On the night that was supposed to be centred around her but that bastard had to go and pull a gun to her head.

I arrive at the basement elevator, dismissing the guards who stood beside it. I can barely wait for the doors to close as I step inside. As they do, the elevator descends and when I get lower, I can hear the screams and wails of the pain of those who tried to cross me once- some from years ago- still being kept here behind bars.