Faithful to His Queen

Chapter Seventeen

Alesso P.O.V

"I am not going to ask again! Where is she?"

"I keep telling you I don't know shit!" he yelled back. Couldn't keep those tears at bay because I just relieved him of a 2nd finger.

"I'm sure you recognize this, yes?" I asked as I picked up the bloody ring from the tray to show him.

"Of course you recognize it. It's yours" I laughed.

"You see, right before you kidnapped my wife she threw her phone in the bushes nearby. Now, there was a distinct description given about you and your little crew we have here but what do you think stood out the most?"

He didn't say anything. All he did was glare at me.

"Silver ring, blue stone, dragon head and the dragon tattoo on your wrist. You had some pretty nice words to say to my wife before you took her. Now look at you. Whoever paid you to do this shit abandoned you and now you're not even sure if you're going to make it out alive. Last chance, where is she?" I'm sure my eyes were cold and unfeeling as I looked at him. I needed him to know this was his last chance and I wasn't playing.

"You're little bitch is probably knocked up on drugs and passing around to different men. If you even find her then either you or her got some luck but you can cry. You're not going to find her so you can just kill me and get this little torture play over with" he sneered

I laughed. I laughed till my stomach hurt. My men were looking at me strange probably thinking I finally lost it. I started giving a grand clap as I watched him.

"I give you some points for your bravery, I really do but I can't figure out if it's bravery or stupidity" I laughed coldly.

I pulled a chair in front of him and sat down. I picked up the folder and looked at the contents.

"Hoho" I chuckled

"Danvar Samuels, age 35. Grew up in Colorado with his mother before moving to Brooklyn. Married at 32 to Samantha Van-Samuels and has been living at 11 Oak Street, Brooklyn NY." his face lost all color when he realized what I was reading.

"Oh, what a beauty you have here. Let's have a look, shall we?" I smiled at his pale face.

I clapped and the door opened. In walked Lucas with his wife. She as well looked pale and her eyes were filled with fear. She starting crying when she saw her husband strapped down and beat the fuck up. Fingers were missing, there were cuts all over his body, his eye was swollen and he was bloody all over. He was basically all in all, fucked up.

Lucas sat her down in front of her husband so her back was facing me.

"What are you doing?" he finally showed his panic.

"Me? What do you think? Didn't I give you a chance?" I smiled at him

"I'll talk! I'll talk! 1345 Long Island, West Virginia. She's in the basement. Room number 4. Please just let her go. I talked"

"Who said anything about letting her go?" I asked him as I picked up a dagger and grabbed her hair.

"Stop! Please! My wife is innocent! She knows nothing about this! Please! She's innocent!" he cried as he tried to reach her.

I got really angry then.

"Innocent? Was my wife not innocent? Was my wife someone who offended you? I'm sure she doesn't even know you. How dare you! How dare you say she's innocent? She knew where you got your money from. She knew what you did!" I screamed at him.

"Innocent? I think not! She's just as guilty as you! Say goodbye, Samantha" I told her before I slit her throat in front of him.

"No! Samantha!" he cried as I dropped her body in front of him.

"My queen is the one who keeps my sanity in check so it was a terrible mistake to think that you taking her would guarantee your life."

"I hope you rot in hell and you never find the little bitch. I hope she's dead by the time you find her!" he screamed at me.

I jumped on to his chair, dagger in my hand and stooped in front of him. I brought the dagger to his throat and grabbed his hair so he could look me in the eyes.

"The people behind that door have already left to find her. You would be long dead by the time we get there and trust me, I will find her. Hell? I've already been there and it's way beyond your imagination." with that I slit his throat and walked out.

"Clean this shit up" I snapped before I walked out.

When I get on the plane I realize I'm almost 4 hours away from Virginia. Three hours into the plane ride I get a call from dad.

"We found her" he said. Almost immediately I let out a breath of relief.

"Alesso, it's not good. She's unconscious so we're rushing her to the hospital."

"What's wrong with her? Is it bad?" I asked

"Broken leg, multiple lacerations, burns and whip marks. Her entire body is black and blue."

"Oh my god" all the relief that left came rushing back.

"There's something else."

"What?" my heart is in my chest right now.

"She was raped."

There was complete silence over the phone. Both of us said nothing.

"What?" I whispered.

"There are 15 whip marks on her back. Fifteen cuts on her leg. Each has a different healing pattern showing that they were done separately, most likely every time the son of a bitch raped her. There was a message written with her blood when we found her, like he knew we were coming. Whoever it was, they knew her well. Too well. This was someone close to us." Patrick said. He was right next to dad.

"What was the message?"

"The best birthday present she'll ever have."

"'He knew she turned fifteen? Fifteen cuts, fifteen whip lashes, fifteen years of life. Son of a bitch!" it's like the realization just dawned on me. This fucker was someone close to Camilla. He knew her schedule, where she would be, how many guards she would have, how old she was. He knew us inside out. The bastard was among us.

"Which hospital?" I asked

"St. Mary's" dad answered.

"I'll be there soon" I replied before I cut the call.

I rested my head in my hands before taking some hard breaths of air. My anger spiked and I just threw the phone into the plane wall.

"Fuck!" I screamed

When the plane landed it still took another twenty minutes to get to the hospital. When I reached I didn't even hesitate as I ran to the desk.

""Camilla George. What room?" I asked the nurse at the desk.

"Visitation hours are over sir." she said without looking up.

I slammed my hands down on the counter. She jumped in fear before looking up at me. I'm sure my entire body radiated murder.

"Lady, I am not going to ask again" I seethed.

"Second floor, room 12" she rushed out.

"Cam!" I yelled pushing the doors open, searching frantically around the room to calm by beating heart.