Chapter 11

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Ezra's POV:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, GONE?!!" I shout, it echoes through the house as the maid cowers. "Sh...she wasn't anywhere when I went to deliver her di... dinner." She stuttered. I was losing my shit. My bodyguards were dead outside the front door. I knew something had happened.

My team of bodyguards were armed and at the ready, surrounding me as I give them a briefing. "La cercheremo e non ci riposeremo finché non sarà trovata. MI METTO IN CHIARO!" (We will look for her, and we will not rest until she is found. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!). They all nod and I feel anger rip through me like never before.

Security officers report back to me and tell me what they found on the cameras. I growl as I know who has taken her. "Alvaro." The Spanish mafia leader. What did he want with my wife?

Me and my team head to where I know he will have located himself. It is a trap. I can read him like a book. Very carefully executed, half of my team enter the building wiping everyone out bar two. I walk in behind them, my gun loaded and aimed.

"Ahhh Ezra, so very nice to see you again." He screeches with his annoying Spanish accent. "Wish I could say the same." I huff when I see her tied up and crying. "You better not have laid a finger on her." I bark with an angry tone. He shrugs, just before I shoot, I see the gun pointing at Aurora in the shadow.

I signal one of my men with a hand gesture. He understands and follows my command. "Adesso."(Now) I whisper. He pulls the trigger on the shadowed man as I ram my bullets into Alvaro's head.

She's traumatised. I run over, quickly untying her. She flops into me, crying and groaning. "Are you hurt?" I can feel my eyes welling at her sobs. She holds her stomach nodding. I order my men's heads down.

I undo the corset top she had decided to wear. She looked beautiful in it. Her stomach purple and red from where they had hit her. I desperately take my top off and button her up in it. I pick her up gently as her tears fall down my bare chest. "Alfie, you drive my car with us in the back." I order. He is quick to nod.

We walk outside to all the cars still armed as she is in my arms. Sobbing.

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