Bloody City: Deviants

Chapter One

Alessio

My wife has been shot.

The memory twisted in my head like a violent storm on the Atlantic. Chills ran over my body, and it took everything in me not to order Genoa be ripped apart to learn about who had put the order out for my wife's shooting.

There was nothing that I wasn't willing to do to find the fucker that had hurt her, and the things I'd do would make my enemies rethink crossing me.

I also hadn't missed the tension in the car passing between me and Lino who hadn't said a word to prompt conversation from me. He knew, he had known my reputation and it was my stupidity to believe that my actions could have stopped Aria from being in danger.

I hated proving myself, I already had since I was a child, but perhaps my recent actions with taking the rest of Italy, and purging anyone who stood against me in the Familia wasn't enough.

When the car eventually stopped outside the hospital I threw open the back door and climbed out before stalking to the doors of the Emerge center as Aria was wheeled inside and off towards the surgery unit with the nurses and me not far behind.

"Alessio," she whispers and I stared back at her, her hazel eyes filled with worried tears, and I almost wondered if she thought she was imagining me here.

"I'm not going anywhere, Aria," I state my voice holding more conviction then I felt looking at her, she was everything I wasn't. Where I was dark and broody, willing to kill at a whim, and emotionally closed off, Aria was the opposite, she was the light to my dark in every meaning of the statement.

Reaching out towards me I took her small dainty hand in mine and watched her smile brightly at me and I felt a small piece of me crack at the look on her face, like she didn't believe I was truly here until that moment.

As she stared back at me she whispered something that I couldn't hear but her lips gave me the answer. "Don't leave me".

I'd be a fool if I did something that stupid.

Getting to the end of the hallway a doctor stood in the door and held up his hand.

"You can't go back there, it's a restricted area," he says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't give a fuck that's my wife," I sneer and the doctor remained where he stood.

"Yes, and you can wait in the lobby Mr. Salvatorini. Your wife will be safe, and treated with care," he says and I was hoping that he wasn't the surgeon. I didn't hold a lot of trust in other men when Aria was healthy, let alone when she had a fucking gunshot wound.

"Fine, just know if anything happens to her, you better hope I never find you," I state before turning and walking off back through the hospital until I found the waiting room which my accompanying made members had cleared of people allowing me to sit and wait the tortuous amount of time it would take for surgery to be completed.

I thought threw it, thought threw all the possibilities that could happen in that room and what I was going to do when I learned who had gotten the fucker who shot Aria in front of me and my guests. The Familia's had also varied in responses and I couldn't blame them for it when almost all of them began rounding up everyone to instill the fear of God in them.

Or the fear of me.

The thing I was debating doing would either match or make the massacre and arson of the Blanche Villa look pitiful. Kidnapping my wife was one thing, shooting her however. I was going to end up murdering everyone connected but only after all of their families and friends either bowed to me and begged, or ended up with a bullet to the back of the head.