Hold me till your last breath...

Chapter 1...

(This story is gonna go from the past to the present day a lot so try to keep up lol.)

Daniels pov...

Freyas fragile, broken body is the only peaceful thing I see when I look at the scene, if I hadn't known any better, I'd think she was sleeping and any minute now we will wake up from this nightmare, away from the police and crowds, away from the sad looks of pity and the intimidating questions. We would be at home watching her favourite TV show or eating takeout. Maybe she would  hum her favourite song while tidying up. Maybe we would have an argument the minute I got home because I didn't do the dishes or maybe-

"Sir, would you please come this way?" An officer says, breaking me from my reverie. I stare silently at the officer as if he is speaking another language.

"Sir, would you please come with us?" He says again more firmly. I feel my legs move, dragging along the way, I get into the police car and sit idly as my world comes crashing down...

2 years ago...

"Please, don't do this to me, he is my only son. I will give you anything."

"So you have 5 million in cash then, I'm guessing." I spit, making JT and Zac laugh. I point my gun at her which makes her flinch and the others laugh even more.

"We don't owe you anything." The boy spits out, he had to open his mouth, now there is no way Tony will let him live. The torture he has planned is far worse than death.

"Wrong!!!" I say and pull the trigger and kill the boy without even a second glance. The mother screams her lungs out and runs to her son. Holding him close to her chest. I keep my gun pointed at her while Zac and JT search the house. She stares at me while the guys trash her house. She stares right into my soul with her big eyes.

"One day you will find love, and when you do, remember this day, god will make you pay for your crimes, and when you lose the one you love, that will be enough justice for me. So don't you worry I won't press charges because you have a far worse punishment coming your way." She sobs uncontrollably. I take one last look at her before getting up and leaving the house.

"I couldn't find the money, Tony is gonna be so  pissed." JT says to me with no emotion at all.

"I'm hungry, let's go get some KFC." Zac says after a minute. I can't decide who I want to punch first.

"You in or nah? Daniel." Zac asks me, getting irritated as well. I guess I know now who needs a punch. I grab Zac by the collar and punch him twice.

"What the fuck? Man." He says. Pulling out of my grip and taking two steps back. His fists are clenched and his nose is flaring, he is pissed. Good. JT looks back and forth at us and he shrugs his shoulders and sits on the curb.

"Do you have problem or something?"

"No I don't. So just piss off."

"I ain't gonna piss off. Why the fuck you punching me." His face going red, he is getting more and more pissed by the minute.

"oi oi Zac man just leave it. If he wants to be moist let him init."
JT yawns from boredom. Now it's his turn, as if reading my thoughts JT stands up and says

"Whats with you Daniel?  Let's go eat. Your not you when your hungry. Come on mate."

"I'm going to Tony, you guys can fuck off." I say as I get into my car and nearly run JT over on purpose obviously. I dont even give a shit if he is hurt. My thoughts keep going back to the woman crying over her sons body.

..."god will make you pay for your crimes."...

...."you have a far worse punishment coming your way."...

I turn the music up in my car to drown out my thoughts. I turn onto Tonys street and park my car anywhere. I walk up the steps to Tonys place dreading his reaction.

...Present day...

"You used to work with Tony Marchetti. I know what you and your little gang was upto. Why did you stop working for him?" Mark  willson the chief detective looks at me trying to get an answer from me for the past hour.

"You know, I might just be a dumbass cop to you, but have you maybe thought your old pal Tony did this. You know as revenge. Hmm." I know he is saying all this to get in to my head but it won't work. I open my mouth for the first time today

"I don't see how that is relevant. So if you don't have any further questions, I will be on my way."

"So you do have a voice? Very well if you want to leave, noone is stopping you. But don't forget I'm good at my job, if your hiding anything I will find out." He tells me as I walk out as fast I can. I dial a number I thought I never would again. Someone answers the phone on the fifth ring.

*Hello*

"Tell that mother fucker, that I'm coming and I won't spare him."