In The Enemies Arms

Thieves of Peace

CLARA
Jagger stalked over to Armz and despite me not seeing him I tried to come closer to him, yet the restraints around my wrists prevented such actions. 'You fucking stay still!' He shouted behind his shoulder towards me, causing all of my movements to cease. 'You fucking dirty dog' he sneered angrily at Armz. His back was hunched towards his level, as he taunted him further as he sat strapped in his chair.

'You will pay for taking her away from here' Jagger almost laughed, I could feel his disgusting smirk from across the room, making me cringe. Armz grunted before spitting on Jaggers boot, earning him a hard punch in the face. 'Jagger no!' I screamed, tears of anguish falling down my sore face. I didnt want Armz to suffer for my mistakes. 'I decided to leave this place! Take it out on me!' I shouted out towards the devil in brown boots trying to divert his attention

Yet I was met with a different fate, one that I wished upon myself with those very words that had just left my lips. The sight of hell walked through the door, my heart dropped in fright. 'Your wish is my command' he said with a horrible snicker

LEO

It had been a couple of hours since Clara and Armz had set off to Amelia's house and their silence was killing me. Neither had texted or called which was very concerning, maybe they was occupied with something deathly important? Yet my stomach settled on something else, the air of the situation was stiff and void. I couldn't help but assume the worst

'I am going to call Armz' I announced to no one in particular. My anxiety was heightened when his phone went straight to answer machine, the same happened with Clara's phone. I couldn't help my heart from going into overdrive. I scrolled through my contacts until I found him, clicking his name I allowed the phone to ring before he answered. 'Leo? What's up bro?' Asked Salvatore. His usual laissez-faire voice filling my ears. 'Hey, I was wondering if you could give me Amelia's address? Clara went there a couple of hours ago and she's not answering any of my calls or texts' I grunted in disbelief

Why would she ignore me? I was allowing my protectiveness for get the better of me but I would be damned if anything bad had happened right under my nose. 'Sure I'll send it to you, look I've got to go but tell everyone I said hi' he cheered through the phone. We said our goodbyes before departing. Shooting out of the sofa I grabbed my jacket and started for the door. 'Where you off to Prez?' Asked Tipper, curiosity etched on his face. 'Im going to Amelia's' I replied bluntly, hardly in the mood for conversation. 'Cool, I'm coming' he announced walking outside and into the front yard.

We both decided to take the car, and shot off downtown towards our destination. The car ride was quiet but my annoyance was radiating off of me like a heat on a hot summers day. 'You really love her, don't you?' asked Tipper rhetorically. He was slightly looking over at me, awaiting my response but I didnt give him one.

Without Clara I was hardly myself, hardly a man at most and I needed her to complete me. It felt as if I couldn't breathe, she filled my life with so much wonder. She had caused such a drastic change, I wasn't even sure what life was like before meeting her. 'Yes, I love her' I mumbled before speeding down the road towards the destination.

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We pulled up in a nice area, it was quiet and reserved. Amelia's house was a turquoise blue, just like her eyes and upon seeing the home I already knew it was hers. In the drive was Armz truck, so they must definitely be here. My chest fell with a deep sigh, at least they were safe. Yet it seemed I had spoken too soon, the red rose bush looked trampled upon. My brows furrowed in confusion as I walked closer to the door.

'Amelia?!' I called out knocking on the door but it creaked open to my surprise. My ears perked up like a loyal dog on guard, reaching into my pocket I pulled out my gun, pointing it ahead of me. No, no no no no no. I chanted in my head religiously, as if I was performing a ritual. Upon walking into the kitchen my worst horrors were reality. Glass was broken everywhere, a bloodied knife, along with a few needles. On the floor, laying lifeless was Amelia.

Blood was sleeping out of her leg, in which I recognised a stab wound. I ran over to her, shaking her fragile form to life. 'Amelia! Amelia! Wake up!' I shouted in her face shaking her wildly. Tipper came rushing into the kitchen and his eyes widened in shock. He furiously opened the cupboards, in search for a first aid kit. Once he had found it he tied up get leg quickly before picking her up. 'We have no time Prez, she's already lost a shit load of blood we have got to get her help!' His voice was restless and annoyed and within those few seconds I saw Tipper in his true form.

He was a caring and devoted man, and as of right now it seemed that all of his flings were over. I nodded at him allowing him to rush off with Amelia as I stayed and inspected the place. Armz and Clara has definitely been taken and I had a hunch but the noted tapped to the fridge confirmed it.

If you want your bitch and lap dog back then you know where to come and get them.

My nostrils flared with rage, how dare they?! How dare they take my right hand man? How dare they take the love of my life and anger me so?! My heart soared with anguish and detest. 'I will get you both back, and hell when I do, there will be bloody death'