Don't give up on me.

THIRTY TWO

From the very first day when Zayan Helmy signed the Nikah papers, he knew he shouldn't have married her — or married at all for that matter. He tried it once and it ended in a disaster. And this time, he was regretting his decision from the very first day. It wasn't Johum, it was just the concept of getting engaged in an agreement.

He had not made his decision out of love or any sort of affection, he had just wanted to protect someone innocent who was being dragged in to something dark and unknown. He was not heartless and he was at the same time. It just depended upon situation. And with every proceeding day, he was realizing that he was doing a terrible job at protecting her. She was always in constant state of danger.

When he relaized that Johum had gone to Reccuglia, it was already too late. Because by that time, all the trackers that he had put on her were blocked just like the last time. His mind was torn between making decisions. His daughter was injured, Johum was in danger and all of his family was just there to protect him. He felt terrible and out of his mind with worry.

He didn't have time to track her and he already knew where she would be. The only place her trackers had been blocked were Reccuglia's mansion. So he gathered his army and went there because he knew he wouldn't find her in one piece if he waited for her to come back on her own.

Today was meant for war and he was ready for it. A soon as they reached his residence, they attacked— killing and slaughtering Domenico's men right and left, splattering blood all around the place like it was a blood bath.

So many bodies were scattered around the parking and garden that their boots made squeaking sounds on blood but it didn't faze him. It was not the first time, he had seen worse. He pulled the sniper gun up his shoulder and aimed, killing two of the guards who were standing closer to the gates. His men were being murdered right in front of him but he had to overlook the fact.

Zayan shut off his emotions in situations like these, but surprise couldn't be covered when he saw Za'ir— his step brother putting a bullet through a man's head. He averted his eyes, not wanting to be distracted but it was already too ate. A small cry of surprise and pain left his mouth when a sharp burning pain shot up his arm, the same arm where he had been shot before.

He caught himself and turned around. Zayan didn't have time to point the gun at the man who wore all white; Reccuglia's dog. He dropped the gun and fished out a small pocket knife from his boot and plunged it straight in the man's throat who died at spot. Picking up his gun, he ran towards the front door and entered through the mass of dead bodies.

There weren't many men left. He walked straight upstairs, killing whoever came in his way and another wave of shock rippled through him when he saw the limp body of Za'ir on the floor with a pool of blood around him. His breath was knocked out of him and his heart felt like someone had gripped it hard, cutting off the blood circulation. Hid throat tightened but he didn't have time to even gather his body. He had to fight.

He ignored the strong feeling of grief and let it turn in to anger as he killed without mercy. His eyes caught Rafiq who was hunched behind a pillar and he gestured towards the body of his brother. Rafiq widened his eyes and ran towards Za'ir.

Zayan's eyes searched for her, Johum. But when he found her, she was being dragged by Reccuglia somewhere. Rage took over him like hot lava and all he saw was Reccuglia's head as everything else faded in to darkness. He lifted his gun and fired three shots in a row but his hounds jumped and gave their life for the monster. Zayan couldn't see anything as he shot the bullets and hit them in their heads, blowing out their brains and making a gory mess on the floor.

His books squeked against the filthy blood as he ran towards the door where they had disapperaed and shot it open, only to find what he had been dreading all alone.