Axel

XXVIII

XXVIII

The Awakening

T R I N I T Y

     "Why is it that every time I'm mixed up with you and your family bullshit, I'm tied to a fucking chair?" I growled as I tried to free my hands that were bound behind me for the umpteenth time. The bastard had the nerve to scoff at my question as he too tried his luck with the thin cords.

"How the fuck is this my fault?" he growled right back, "you were the one that wanted to work with them!"

"We needed their help to rescue the girls, you asshole!"

"I told you it was a bad idea going there, yet here we are. I think the blame should fall on you!"

I scowled.

He was tied to the chair behind me as our captors decided to let us sit in the dark, with only a fenced hole above us for air. They'd left us down here for hours, the Italian bastards. As if being tied to a chair with this growling idiot wasn't torture enough.

"Will you stop hitting my hands?" he shrieked.

See what I mean?

I ground my teeth together as I stared up at the sky, in an effort to not convince myself to not break his fingers. The last thing we needed was for him to be crying like a bitch when our captors returned.

"Listen, we need some kind of plan if we're going to get out of here alive," I stated.

"We won't need a plan," he grunted out.

My eyebrows furrowed at him.

"I'm not staying strapped to this chair, Axel," I retorted.

"Well, of course not, bella. Why would I leave you in such a state?" a new voice entered the conversation and I looked towards the stone doorway. A young man stepped in, glancing over both of us with his hands tucked neatly in his crisp grey suit. His blonde hair has been tousled as if he has only just rolled out of bed, and his eyes were the softest shade of brown I'd ever seen. He cocked his head to the side and I saw a flicker of curiosity before his eyes met Axel.

"Oh, fuck my life," I heard Axel mutter under his breath.

Yeah, this couldn't be good.

"Axel De Donté," I heard the man greet from behind me, "and I can only assume this beauty is your angelita, the famous Trinity Callen."

"You said this wasn't a trap, Moretti, yet here we are trapped in a chair with no way out," Axel growled, trying to pull himself free. So this was Lorenzo Moretti, the head of the Moretti family. The room suddenly felt smaller, as if the power of these two men could no longer be contained within the four walls.

"How is this a trap? All I did was give you what you really wanted. You wanted to be reunited with your sister, yes? All I did was make that happen."

"All you did was fly us across the country, practically kidnapping us. When I get out of these ropes, you'll -"

"Let's not start with the empty threats, De Donté. Why waste your time when you can simply thank me for saving your sister from -"

"Can you both put your dicks away and can someone get me out of these fucking ties?" I interjected.

"Of course, bella,"

Walking around us with his hands buried in his suit pockets, he shouted something in Italian before two men came rushing in. The light from the hallway shone in, giving me a better view of the man in charge.