𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

His Achilles Heels

AN: This imagine features violence and a lot of angst, just be aware! I pictured Death Island or Vendetta Leon for this one since it takes place after the plot of Vendetta. 

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Leon's POV: 

I look around the basement, looking for an easy way out or something I can use to fight and take the not so easy route, but whoever decided to kidnap me seems to know what they're doing. I slump against the ropes, giving in for now as I assess the situation and preserve my energy. I don't know if Hunnigan can track me from here, and I can't imagine there's been a search team sent out for me yet, I've learned by now that I'm expendable to the government. I think back to how I was just wondering around the city, looking at some new jewellery for my wife, until I felt the needle in my neck. I blacked out within seconds and woke up here, which means whoever is behind this has influence and guts to take me in broad daylight. It also means that someone knew where I was, which could suggest someone's been watching me or someone ratted me out. 

I take a calming breath as the doors to upstairs open, then multiple men in suits come walking down the stairs. I search their faces, not recognising any of them, but if I stick around and work an angle I could probably find out enough to put things together.

"Mr Kennedy, this has been a-" 

"I've heard that speech before." I cut in, sighing as the man stops midsentence and glares at me. He looks to his buddies, then nods. 

"Let's cut to the point, we've found your Achilles heel as it were, or should I say 'heels." He grins, snapping his fingers. There's some ruckus upstairs then my world tilts. A man aims a gun at the familiar woman I've seen for the last five years. I've woken up next to her every night and kissed her more times than I can count. She's my wife. In her arms is our five year old son. I stiffen, heart racing and body straight away breaking into a sweat. How could they get to them, I've always been so careful? Her cheeks are stained with tears and she's holding our son's head away from view, shielding him from the onslaught of violence and danger. She's a fucking good mom, and shouldn't ever have to protect him from shit like this. I feel a sense of pure rage and utter loss as the man shoves her forwards. She stumbles, shaking as she finds my eyes. I've never been so scared in my life. Ever. 

"What the hell are you doing?! Let them go, their innocent!" I shout, struggling against the binds that tie me, preventing me from being able to do anything but watch. 

"Nobody's truly innocent in this world, isn't that right dear?" The main man coos to my wife, lifting a finger to graze her cheek, "You married a murderer and even had a child with him, does that seem innocent to you?" 

My wife shakes, peeling her eyes from me as she carefully holds our son closer to her chest, then she covers his ear. "Fuck. You." That's my woman, always so brave. 

The man scoffs, then smacks out a hand. The sting of the slap echoes around the basement as her head turns. More tears fall down her cheeks as I go completely still, seeing nothing but red as I plot out every single one of their murders. My wife and son are innocent, but I won't be by the time I'm done with these bastards. Our son sobs, knowing somehow that his mom's hurt. "Daddy! Daddy help!" He cries as she shushes him, rocking him and being strong. Tears burn my throat as I writhe again, but it's no use, these assholes know how to hold a man- even a desperate one. 

"Just- Just let them go, and I'll give you anything you want," I plead, face softening as I almost crumple, "I'll give you my life if that's what you want."

The captor smiles menacingly, shaking his head as he draws out a gun. "You don't understand Mr Kennedy, we don't want you dead, you've done too much damage for a swift justice, no, you need to suffer, we need payback." My brows furrow in confusion, but the captor isn't done. "Glenn Arias was my good friend." That wasn't what I was expecting, and it sends a burning frustration through me.