The gangster's little unknown assassin - Part 2 ✔

Chapter 69 - Bye bye Z

SAGE'S POV

I screamed so loud for my father that the ears of the people around me were ringing. My godson woke up and screamed shrilly with me, creating a memorable symphony of fear and grief. The funny thing was that I couldn't hear any of it.

Someone said I tried to break my phone. Someone wrapped themselves around me and took it from my hands, setting it on the side as they descended with my body to the ground.

I was out of myself screaming for my father over and over. The cops left at the start of my episode, 'allowing us to grieve in peace,' until we had to identify the pieces of our friends.

"Don't let me go back there. Please, don't let me go back there. DAAAAD! Don't let me go back!" My mind spiraled out of my control.

The whips, the cold, the syringes, the lasers, the chains- everything came rushing back. Those sensations, the pain- all so raw... They felt so real that I believed I was back there.

I couldn't feel the arms around me, the voices speaking over my head, or the tears soaking my shoulder. Shauwn was wrapped around me mutely, like a shell of himself.

We would never be the same again.

A sudden lack of light overwhelms me. There was a shadow over my head. A prick on my arm made me flinch, but soon after, all was black.

~ 6 a.m. ~

Around six, I woke up in a daze. I felt cold, and my throat was sore. My voice was rough and almost gone. My father was with me on the sofá, Meredith's house was packed, and the news channel was on.

"A failed terrorist attempt against the prime minister visiting the island of Sicily killed two people and injured several others. Among the injured is the targeted man. A young couple with a car identical to the one transporting the prime minister was bombed; the couple left behind a five-month-old baby."

"Failed terrorist attempt against the prime minister, my ass." Uncle John ground through his teeth.

I moved my head, and my father's face immediately looked down at me with heavy eye bags underneath.

"You awake?" He asked, earning me the attention of the whole room.

Bomb... They were bombed... Scattered into pieces, not even allowing their son, an intact body, to visit. Such an ending harmed even their soul for sure, scattered like their bodies.

Baby... The baby cried. He has no one now. But my baby also needs me.

The threat!

I stretched my neck, searching for my godson around the room. He was in aunt Jully's arms, whimpering softly. Shauwn and Hazel were beside her. Shauwn had his head thrown back, and his arms covered his face. Hazel was curled up, hugging him, and asleep. Uncle John was sitting on the arms of the sofa right next to them.

Meredith was in the room with us. She looked terrible, eyes all puffy and red.

My brothers were here too.

I got up, using my father as leverage to do it, and silently made my way to Percy.

Shauwn uncovered his eyes when I approached them. He looked dead on the inside.

I kissed my godson's head and softly petted his little hair. The boy's wide eyes connected with mine the second he felt me touch him.

Godma is here, Percy. You don't have to worry now. Godma is here, and hell will be paid for what happened. I thought this over and over with each soft pet on his head. In minutes, he was asleep. Aunt Jully smiled softly at me and turned her head to uncle John and Meredith.