Heart

Chapter Thirty-Two

I will send out an army to find you
In the middle of the darkest night
It's true, I will rescue you
I will never stop marching to reach you
In the middle of the hardest fight
- Lauren Daigle

+ D'Angelo +

"D'Angelo Austin. This was delivered to the main house in New York. It says it's urgent so we had it mailed out here." The Brazilian weather was crazy. The heat was enough to make me actually want to go back to New York. If Daytona wasn't the one captive I probably would go back.

"Thanks." I spoke, grabbing the yellow package. I looked at everyone who was sitting around a table. I walked into the kitchen, putting the folder down. I could feel my anxiety rise for some reason. I closed my eyes, wondering if Daytona was doing okay. Being one of the only people besides Harley or Nick that knew what Juan was to her, was making me go crazy. She was trapped and kidnapped by her rapist. I was going crazy thinking about her.

I never knew that I had this much emotion. I felt things that I've never felt before. I haven't even gotten behind the wheel of my car since she has been gone. I can't bring myself to. I worked so hard trying to beat her at everything, and now I've completely done a one-eighty.

Things were left unsaid between us. Tension was left, and chemistry was undoubtedly there. The way I was slowly becoming obsessed with Daytona Black was unhealthy. I think? But the way she made me feel was better than any adrenaline rush I've ever felt. There were so many things I wanted to ask. Like does she feel the same way? Or does she still hate me? Does her heart get as crazy as mine? I've come to terms with the fact that I have a growing crush on her. Should I? I don't know. Will it turn out bad? You will never know, unless you try.

I looked down at the envelope, grabbing a glass of water before opening it. I furrowed my brows before pulling out a stack of pictures. I flipped them over, and I clenched my jaw. My hand flexed as I quickly flipped to the next picture.

"No." I muttered, the glass falling onto the ground.

"No." I spoke louder, flipping to the next picture. I flipped, and flipped, before flipping through them all again. I felt the tears sting my eyes, I felt the anger pulsate through my body, as I stared down at her tear stained face.

I grabbed a hold of the vase in the middle of the table before slamming it down onto the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, millions of thoughts running through my head. I could feel myself become sick to my stomach. Her worst fear was that this would ever happen again. I pinched my eyes shut, before feeling arms wrap around me. I laid my head in my hands, sliding down onto the floor, the glass crunching underneath my shoes.

"Oh fuck." I heard Midas's voice speak. I looked up to see him standing there, looking at the table. The door opened again. Midas grabbed the pictures, shoving them inside of the envelope as everyone else walked in.

"Dlo? What the fuck happened?" Abu ran over to me in a panic, his body still bruised, and his arm still in a cast. I didn't say anything. I couldn't muster anything to come out.

"We have to push the plan ahead." Midas spoke, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I looked up at him, and he patted my back.

"I want the plan done tonight. Were going in, as soon as fucking possible. Get yourselves together, now." I could hear a bunch of footsteps walking around, but I felt frozen in place. Juan must know that she told me, why would he do this? Why would someone do this to her? Again?

She doesn't deserve any of this, so why? I felt a body sit down next to me, and I looked over to see Midas. My brothers gathered around, wondering what happened. Aurora was staring at us, confusion written on her face. I don't think any of them know how much I actually cared about her. We always kept to ourselves, but, fuck. We may have fought, we may have almost killed each other, but i fucking care about her. I care about everything that involves her. She's the sunshine, even on the darkest days.