Twisted Loyalties

49

It was pitch black outside, but we finally made it. I didn't even wait for a plan;

I busted through the door, rage fueling every step. Inside, we were met by some of Lorenzo's men.

They barely had time to react before I swung at the first one, landing a punch that sent him crashing to the ground.

I wasn't playing games.

"Go find Sabrina!" Matteo shouted. "We've got this!"

I didn't need to be told twice. While Matteo and Val took on the men, I sprinted down the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.

Every step echoed louder in my ears, every second that passed making my stomach churn with dread.

Then I heard it—voices coming from one of the rooms.

I slowed down and pressed my ear to the door. That voice—it was Lorenzo. My blood boiled.

I shoved the door open with everything I had, and the sight in front of me made my heart stop.

Sabrina was on the floor, tied up, her shirt gone, leaving her in nothing but her bra. Blood seeped from a fresh cut on her stomach, staining her skin.

Bruises covered her arms, her chest, her face. Her lips were swollen, one of them split.

She looked so broken, so helpless, and my worst fear hit me like a freight train—what if they'd done more than just hurt her?

Lorenzo stood over her with a knife, its blade pressed against her skin, and the look on his face made my vision go red.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I roared, stepping into the room like a man possessed.

Lorenzo barely turned his head before I lunged at him, grabbing his arm and twisting it hard enough to make the knife fall.

He grunted in pain, trying to fight me off, but I wasn't giving him a chance. I slammed him against the wall, punching him so hard my knuckles split.

"You're dead," I growled, my voice low and venomous. "You hear me, Lorenzo? You're fucking dead."

He tried to hit back, but I grabbed his throat, squeezing until he stopped struggling.

"Julian!" Sabrina's voice was faint, broken, but it snapped me out of my fury.

I let Lorenzo drop to the ground, unconscious, and rushed to Sabrina's side.

"Shit, Sabrina," I whispered, crouching down. My hands hovered over her, unsure where to touch her without causing more pain.

Her eyes fluttered open, and when they met mine, I saw relief—and fear.

"Julian..." Her voice cracked, and tears streamed down her face.

"I'm here," I promised, grabbing the knife Lorenzo had dropped to cut through the ropes binding her wrists. "You're safe now. I swear."