Prologue

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"Not a single scratch on her, you hear me? One scratch and you will die by my f****** hands."  I told my men calmly but I am anything but calm.  My stomach is rumbling with nervousness and my fingernails are biting my palms by how tight I am clenching my fists. I am trying to keep my head clear and not kill anyone in sight. Ally or not. My hands are itching to just get this over and done with.  And I cannot risk that, I cannot just mindlessly kill because of my damn temper.  Not if that means I could hurt the one reason why I am still alive. "Yes, Sir!"  they said at once and hastily entered the fort of Mayor Juaquin, the fucker who kidnapped her. I swear to whatever's holy that when I get my hands on him I will kill him myself.  He'd no idea what's come for him. And no it won't be a quick and painless one.  I will kill that motherfucker, I will skin him alive, tear him from limb to limb and I will make a f****** powder out of his worthless body. I gripped the gun I was holding tighter and took a stride forward, but my right hand Ace stopped me.  "Kil, let us do this. I assure you we will not come out until we have her." I removed his grip on my hand and drew him over closer to me by his collar.   "You have the nerve to stop me, Ace! You have one f*****g job and you can't even do that! I entrusted you with my life and you ruined it, you f*****. You are to blame for why she is inside and God knows what they're doing to her!"  I pushed him away angrily, just the sight of him is enough to make my blood boil.  Ace bowed his head. "I am ready to face the consequences, Kil. I just did my job and that is to protect you. I chose you over her because you are the most important part of this organization and you know that." he tried to reason out but his words don't mean anything.  "That is where you're wrong, Ace. Because the moment she dies, I will follow her even in hell."  With that said, I left him and strode inside the building.  Gunfires, screams and smoke filled the place as I walked through them with only one thing on my mind, and that is to rescue her.  I pulled the trigger without hesitations, straight to their head without any mercy. Because that's what I was taught, that's what was drilled in my head. No mercy.   I finally reached the main room and saw the grinning face of the fucker, all the anger I'm feeling rushed up to my brain and I raised the gun and pointed it at him just to stop because of what I saw.  Because in the corner, she was there, held by a man and with a gun pointed at her head. No sign of fear in her eyes, but I knew better. Man, I knew her better than anyone else.  "Cantaloupe."  I muttered under my breath and my eyes softened as I lowered my gun.  "I'm here now, my love."  But alas, this isn't your typical story where the Prince rescues the Princess and the Princess falls in love with her hero.  Because instead of relief and even joy, only hatred can be seen in her eyes.  I hate knowing that I am the reason why she got abducted. Away from me, away from my protection.  And I am also certain she is more than willing to die by the hands of the enemy than be with me. One again, once more, one last time.  Because the woman I love loathes my very existence.
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