His Rebel

• Give up •

Sinn's POV

I was in the middle of breaking someone's finger when she called me.

When I saw it was her, I picked up the phone immediately and placed it against my ear with my hand which didn't have blood on it.

"Hello," I spoke on the phone and heard her say my name in a defeated voice.

"Sinn."

Every nerve in my body was on alert when I heard her voice. Something doesn't seem right.

"Where are you?" I asked her immediately as I twisted the guy's finger hearing the sound of bone cracking and the muffled sound of his scream.

"At my father's." I stopped when I heard her words. I took out my car keys from my pocket and strode out to my car not sparring another glance at the guy.

Yuri and Leonardo were outside conversing and looked at me when I came out.

"Are you done? Wait why are you in a hurry?" Leonardo questioned and I looked at him as my frustration was on my face.

"You both take care of the rest." I didn't let any of them utter another word and sat in my car and sped off.

I placed her call on the car Bluetooth and opened her location from the tracker every member of our division has in their phone as per the requirement of the mafia so we could track their whereabouts easily.

"Stay with me on the call. I'll be there in 10." I told her and hit the accelerator.

I heard her scoff. "I didn't even tell you the address." She said and I sighed.

"I tracked you through your phone," I told her simply and she didn't ask me any further.

I took a sharp turn as the GPS told me when I heard her again.

"He killed my Mom."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter hearing the pain in her voice. I hit the speed and within the next 10 seconds, I arrived at the destination.

I took my phone with me and when I got out of the car I saw a house on fire. I scanned my eyes and saw her on the ground at a distance from the house.

I took long steps towards her placing my phone back in my pocket as I reached her.

When she felt me hovering over her, she looked up from the ground and met my gaze. The phone was still by her ear as she looked at me with a sullen look.

I saw the splash of blood on her face and hands as the dagger in her other hand was dripping blood.

She put down the phone from her ear and I kneeled before her. I scanned her looking for any injury and saw one on her knuckles which made me clench my jaw as rage surged into my blood.

I tried to get her up on her feet but she stumbled and I noticed the injury on her ankle which made me even more furious.

I wanted to ask what happened and who did this but she wasn't in the condition to be asked questions so I took a breath trying to calm my anger and picked her up in my arms.

She wrapped her arm around my neck and rested her head in the crook of my neck. I pulled her closer to me and walked to my car taking her away from the smoke that was around the burning house.

I placed her down carefully on the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt for her.

She sat quietly the whole ride and didn't say a word to me. Her last words to me being her father killed her mother.