When The Devil Met His Match | ✔️

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Arabella's POV: happening at the same time as the others.

My body feels as if it's literally on fire. The men come in everyday and do unimaginable things to me, the door slammed close as their visit ends for today. I could feel my tears burning trails down my cheeks, everyday it has got progressively worse. The boss was filming it again today, he hasn't done that since the first time they came in, I'm not sure why he does it, probably for his sick mind.

The door creeped open again, I looked up with my eyes half opened as I saw the boss had entered again with his camera in his hand. he walked confidently towards to me with a twisted smile in his face making me grimace at what his intentions are this time.

"On this camera is the video of what you three got up to today that I am going to be sending to your father as he still hasn't bothered to find you after 2 weeks." his slimy thick accent informed me as his thin lips stretched to a smile as he saw me close my eyes with tears pouring from them.

I knew it wasn't true, I knew my father was looking for me, I was his little girl. Even if he wasn't I would put money on the fact that Mateo was.

Mateo.

I whimpered, what I would give to see his smiling face which he seemed to reserve just for me.
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Mateo's POV:
We were sat in Gabriel's office discussing what and how we were going to do the attack. We were sat with Jack, one of the main guards who has a whole 100 man squad. We are only going to have Myself, Gabriel, Matthew, Marcus and Jack and his team.

Gabriel's phone pinged over our quiet discussing making all eyes travel to an unknown number pop up with a video. He held up a finger, grabbed his phone and walked over to the corner. He opened his phone and went to the message, clicking into the video, his eyes widened and then he threw the phone across the room, his hands shaking.

My brows furrowed as I watched him slam his hand against the wall as I went over to where his phone landed and picked it up seeing a crack had run across the screen. I clicked on the video and played it. All I could see is red as I watched two masked men climb onto my Arabella and sexually assault her, again and again. Her screams and cry's will haunt me in my dreams, I'm sure of it.

I looked at her face and my heart completely shattered. I clicked out of the video, unable to watch the rest as I saw I'd only watched 40 seconds of it and it lasted 30 minutes. There was a text along with the video that read, tick tok.

I slammed the phone onto the desk and stormed out of the room. Anger ran through my veins as I walked down to the basement gym and walked over to the punching bag and completely pounded the bag, my anger almost ripping the bag in half as I continued until sweat had drenched through my shirt and was dripping off of my nose.

I sat on the floor noticing that within the dripping sweat were tears as I looked up at the ceiling and my eyes clouded over, making the ceiling blurry. I heard a cough and I looked back down to the door to see Matthew stood there watching me. He walked over to me a squatted down next to me with a understanding look on his face.

"You love her." He said like he was telling me.

"Uhmm...what" I replied with a confused tone, what was he talking about?

"Arabella, you love her" he repeated to me with a tone that said I shouldn't bother lying.

"I wouldn't say love...just yet. But yes I have strong feelings for the bella ragazza" I replied with a slightly unsure tone, taking hold of my Italian accent. "beautiful girl"

I looked up at his face which held some emotion that I wasn't sure of, as I stood up to my full height only a few inches taller than him. I admired his close bond with Arabella that I didn't fully realise until I noticed how, just like me, distraught he is.

I walked past him, not before giving him a nod, and up the stairs and into the bathroom to have a quick wash as I stank.

After I had washed I kept my shirt off and walked up the stairs, past Arabella's room and into the guest bedroom which had some of my clothes in. I put a new, clean pair of thick pair of black jeans, which were bulletproof and a black hoodie, I glanced at the clock on the wall, 7:15pm.

We should be going at 8pm to invade where these scums have been keeping Ara. I put a pair of black combat boots on my feet, over a pair of thick socks. Under my hoodie I placed a bulletproof vest under a black muscle tee. I placed two guns in my waistband and a knife in my boot.

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We had all just loaded into many different vehicles; myself, Gabriel, Matt and Marcus in front with our black Range Rover  with Jack sat infront with the driver. Behind us in multiple black mini vans were jacks 100+ team, all loaded up with machine guns, pistols and other weapons.

It will take 30 minutes to get there which I am sure will be the longest 30 minutes of my whole existence.

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25 minutes later:

We have arrived at the warehouse, by the video I assumed they were keeping her in a cellar which most likely underground as this place didn't seem to be very stable so I would be surprised if they had put cellars in there.

Jack and two other men from one of the vans jumped out and walked stealthily up to the big doors of the warehouse and shot the two guards stood there with the silent pistols.

Basically our plan was that Jack and his team go in, shoot all the men, give us a signal when they have all been killed and then we go in and get Arabella and the main guy, and of course the rapists, that was my own little request. we would then bring her home and then tourture the three men. Semplice. (simple)

All we had to do now is wait.