Bellissimo

CHAPTER 40

Artemis's point of view :

358....359....360.....

The punching bag falls apart, unable to endure my 360th punch. Well technically it's the 4th punchbag I have ruined in the span of 2 hours and my knuckles, well I don't feel them anymore.

There's a puddle of blood and sweat around my feet, but I still don't fucking feel anything.

Ever since I found Katelyn, a spot in my heart started to get hollow. I feel like I am not really living, like I am not real. I can't even bear to look at her, because I don't see her face when I look at her fucking face, I see the bruises, and the horrifying scene of hundreds of dead bodies of the children, who got blown up in that hospital.

It haunts me. The day, it haunts me so fucking much.

The entire gym is empty, and it's so silent. I don't care where my brothers are at, or how much time has passed. God I feel like shit.

The first thing I want to do is dig up the graves of Katelyn,s adoptive father and brother and crush their pathetic skeletons and dump them in a fucking canal.

And then torture those fuckers who killed 284 innocent children that day. Yeah, 284 children were there in that building. And 124 faculty members- none of them made it out alive. Saccharine bombs made them explode, from the inside. Oh man, I almost wanna fucking puke right now.

I clean myself up as fast I can , and tell the men to clean the mess up. I need to get to the fighting ring. It's too overwhelming, every fucking thing.

It's been 4 days since that happened, we found Kate and the building blew up. She hasn't spoken a single word since then. Levi and Adrian hasn't been home at all. Roman is like a shadow. Lorenzo and Massimo are the only reason this house looks and sounds like it's not abandoned and somebody indeed lives here. And I almost forgot that I have a fucking brother named kaison.

"Sir, here's the file on the Grey family you asked for." A guy comes up to me, while I was staring blankly at the ceiling. I snatch the file off from him, not even bothering to ask what that shit is.

Who the fuck are the greys again?

There I see a picture of a woman, her skin adorn with a wide fucking smile. Pale complexion, brown hair and eyes with wrinkles all around them. Boring fucking palette.

Annabelle Grey.

Nurse, 44 years old, single mother.

I flip onto the next page, not bothering to read about her involvements with the mafia because I know her quiet well, all of us do.

Her real name is Isabela, Kate's adoptive mother. She was directly involved with the British mafia, and also the Italian mafia.

It just makes me wanna kill myself thinking about the fact that how close we actually were to Katelyn. But we never fucking found her.

Isabela had breached the code, worked as a spy for us. So the British mafia had a death warrant out for her. 7 years ago, Adrian and Rocco helped her fake her death and then gave her a new identity. Even her ex husband- son of a bitch John thought she was dead. That was how spotless Italian mafia does its work.

Also ensured a safe life for two of her sons. But something does not click right.

Kate only knew that fucker peter, even when she lived with them. And there's no record of Tyler grey and Jackson grey before Isabel took here new identity.

Also there's no fucking record about their dad. Oh man, this shit is too draining. I should have left this shit for Adrian or even lorenzo. But something just makes me feel like I am supposed to be doing this alone.