***SINCLAIR'S POV***The anger in me is pulsing out my veins and with each streak I make, it feels like a wounded animal. With all these creeping through my mind, I want to hurt someone. Anyone. Two hours since I have been in the hospital and no one has uttered a word to me. The nurses keep running around and doctors wouldn't fucking let me in, except if I can prove that I am somehow related to Summer. The file I was asked to fill is still empty and my eyes are hooded with displeasure. I fucking don't know basic facts about my woman. The double doors swing open in come in two men I have become acquainted with; Smokey and Gunner. Although Smokey looks like a wounded cat, his friend is hiding behind him, his eyes watching my men as if they will pull out their guns at them. "Don Sorvino," Smokey greets when he is a few steps away from me. I nod, "Smokey, Gunner. I'm sorry to call you this impromptu, but I also received a call that Summer had an accident and went unconsci
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I've got more than a fucking thought running through my head and the more I try to calm down, that's when I want to grab the heads of the men who kidnapped my sister and squash them like pulps. "Don Sorvino?" Smokey calls out and I swirl around to face him. "Yes, Smokey?" I answer leaving Matteo to keep making calls to all my men available on the field to track the men that took Michelle away. "What's going on?" Smokey offers kindly and I respond to him. "From what I know, my baby sister thinks she is responsible for whatever is happening to Summer. That's fucking not true. It's an accident and she has let her rational thoughts to drag her into shit she can't explain," I blurt out. The vibrating sound of my phone makes me frown at that and I pull the phone from my pocket. "Let me have this," I state as I answer and bring it to my ear. "Sinclair... Don't comply, they want to blackmail you," I hear Mich's voice but it gets silence and her
***MICHELLE'S POV***Fear grips my throat as I look around the room I have been kept in. I don't know how long I've been holed up here but this is not good. I shouldn't even have run away, but my conscience wouldn't let me stay there, knowing I hurt Summer so badly. She could even die. "No, no! She wouldn't," I let out, crying gently, letting all my tears run down my cheeks. The house is a two-storey building and the surroundings are just grass and neighbors. I wonder if someone could hear me out. This is one of those times I hate being a Sorvink because I get targeted. I've been threatened once and Dad put bodyguards on me. I don't know how long I kept resenting it until I couldn't do so anymore. Now, I've been kidnapped. With tears running down my eyes, I walk over to the window and try opening it. Locked.Of course, it has to be locked. No sensible kidnapper will leave the door open for their price to run away. When I hear footsteps in the hallway, I rush b
I ***SINCLAIR'S POV***I am on my way to MoGack when the phone starts ringing again. My men have traced the signals of the calls and it is from an enclosed house, my mind is crazy, and with everything my tech guys are having it sure. By nightfall, we will be in MoGack. I've got my.45 Colt ready and I am with my men, ready to give out a good show at that motherfucker. He still hasn't shown his face and the fuck is his name. I just need a name to track him down. From his voice, he sounds like a sick fucker with a dead wish. The phone in my hand starts ringing and I frown when I see a video call. I answer, waiting to see what is going on. I answer and Michelle's face is swollen as it comes forth in the camera. I feel the bile rise in my throat as my face darkens with anger. "Son of a bitch!" I bite out angrily, gritting my teeth, anger searing through me. "Sinclair? Help me, please," she is begging and I don't want her to go through this. "You have one thing to sa
***SUMMER'S POV***The pounding sounds in my head are disheartening, especially when I open my eyes and feel the room spinning around. The white-painted walls are strangely familiar, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. When I hear two familiar voices speaking, I open my eyes, happy to know that the men fit the voices."Smokey? Gunner?" I call out gently and I am surprised they rush to me, holding each side of my hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, Summer. We are so sorry that you had an accident. Are you alright? Does it hurt? Should we call the doctor?" Gunner answers a number of questions, his blue eyes sparkling as he watches me intensely. "I'm fine, Gunner. Just a mother of a headache," I screech out. He nods, his eyes glancing over at Smokey before landing on me. "Is anything the matter?" I inquire, raising my brows at him.."No, of course not," Gunner drugs. Smokey hands me a glass of water with a straw on it and I occupy myself drinking from it, contented
***SUMMER'S POV***Smokey returns from the call and his eyes are dark as he peruses the area. "What's going on?" Gunner asks as Smokey walks up to me and sweeps me off the bed. "I'm getting you out of here. There are some men who just parked at the parking lot and they have loaded weapons," he says. "They could be anyone. They could be Sorvino's men coming to guard Summer," Gunner says. I try to nod but this thick feeling in my guts tells me I am wrong. "I don't know what's going on but those aren't Sorvino's men," Smokey bites out and Gunner takes the rest of my shit. "But I am still very weak and need medical attention," I cry out. "You can choose to go now or die. You told us Uncle Yuri didn't know where you were right? What if these are his men?" I demand holding my hands around his neck."He doesn't know. Gunner says he made sure to fill out the form at the reception. I guess he caused that," I mouth out. Gunner shrugs and I nod. "We will need painkillers
***MATTEO'S POV***My blood is churning in me. All I want is to lay my hands on the fucker that hurt Michelle. Whoever the fuck he is has no sense in what he is doing because they touched what is mine. I've got my guns ready and as we approach the house, I wait on Sinclair, waiting on his instructions. Do you want Rocco Milani dead?" I ask, looking out the window. "Yes, if he poses as much as a threat, take the motherfucker down. I didn't ask him not to be good enough to climb the mafia ladder. He fucked up, I don't see reasons why he should put that on me," Sorvino says. At exactly nine p.m. We reach the street and on Sorvino's order, we come down, walking like different men, following different routes. "Kill any of Rocco's men too. No one comes out alive except Michelle," he orders. We all babe our revolvers in place and with that consideration in hand, we walk out of the place, my eyes beady as I check out for any enemy on our side. None. With the differen
***SINCLAIR'S POV***I hear gunshots and I rush downstairs, anger grating through me. I am just from Rocco's office and he isn't there, I just guessed that he will be in the attic, thus I rush over. I grab the handle and open it just in time to hear Rocco's annoying laughter. "Trapped like a little mouse," he says ewaving his gun at Matteo and a sopping Michelle in his arms. She looks like her face was in a wrestling match with a professionala boxer. Anger makes me furious, my teeth gritting against one another. "Not so fast," I yell out taking a shot and it hits his hand, causing the gun to fall on the ground, Rocco writhing with pain. I rush to take the gun away from him, but he attacks me, pushing me to the ground and grunting in my face. "Son of a bitch. You destroyed my life. I already had a future, a family with the Milanos but you took it down," he yells punching me in the face. I fight him off my body, and stand, my gun ointing at him. "Why did you do