Chapter 5 - Leo's P.O.V.
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Leo’s P.O.V.
His screams became silent from the pain of the hammer Lorenzo just dropped on the tips of his fingers.
After two days, and some… convincing, we finally learned the truth.
The doctor in charge at the hospital the night of the accident five years ago had been bought by Alexander.
Fucking Bastarda!
I will put a bullet through that mother fucker’s skull as soon as I have my Mallory safe with me!
“Are you ready to talk?” I ask Marcello, one of Alexander's lower-grade puppets.
He should have kept a closer eye on him. The doctor was all too willing to give us names when he saw me trashing his office yesterday.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” He struggled to say, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
I smirk, knowing I broke another one of his men. He will pay, they all will for taking my Queen away from me!
I sit on a chair in front of him, placing my elbows on my knees, and lacing my fingers under my chin.
“You should know I’m not a very patient man. Start talking now, or die. Your choice.”
He gulps, trying to moisten his dry lips.
“Alexander had planned on taking her a long time ago. Before she was even pregnant. I’m sure of it. I caught him looking at her picture a few times after the partnership fell through.”
I straightened my back but don't say anything, waiting for him to continue.
“I-I think he had an obsession with her. And making you lose everything. He blamed you for being Positano’s number-one Boss. He wanted it. Wanted more power and territory. But after your deal fell through, he wanted to make you pay.”
I c**k my head to the side, narrowing my eyes, and making him gulp.
“I-I don’t think he knew I was watching him do all of that. He planted some people around to watch the both of you. And the day before she left, he had met her in town.”
“What do you mean, before she left? He kidnaped my wife! And what do you mean, he met her?” ”
“No. Well, yes, but no. He blackmailed her with pictures of her around town. You know, shopping for baby things, and at her doctor's appointments, things like that. But he also had some of you, with a red dot pointed at your head and heart,”
My anger rose too far up, it takes everything in me not to kill this puppet before he was done talking.
“He told her he'd hurt you and the baby if she didn’t go with him. I think part of him was bluffing. At least the first few years after that baby was born. But after you took your daughter back, his attitude towards her changed. After her injuries from the car accident, he was a lot sticker with her. A lot harsher.”
“What do you mean?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“I saw bruised on her. More on her wrist and some on her neck from time to time. She tried to hide them, but sometimes, they were too big to cover up. I swear I never touched her. No one did apart from Alexander. She was off-limit to everyone!”
What has my Queen had to endure all those years?!
My thoughts are all over the place, trying to think of my next move.
“Do they have a routine for her?” I ask.
“Most of the time, yes. They usually get her check-up on Friday afternoons,”
“ Checkup? For what?”
It better not be for what I think it might be!
“I don’t know. The only thing I do know for sure, whenever she comes back from those appointments, she seems off,”
“What do you mean by off?”
“I’m not sure. She looks out of it and is extremely tired. Whatever they’re doing to her, it makes her exhausted.”
What could they possibly do to her? It can be a health check-up if she comes back so out of it. Something feels off about all of that.
“Anything else you can tell me? Does she do anything on her own, or does she always have a guard with her?”
“She can go out alone, at least she used to before your daughter had a run-in with her. I don’t know if it changed after that.”
“And how come you don’t know?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He says, looking down at where he’s sitting, his face and hands swollen from all the beating Lorenzo inflicted on him over the last ten hours.
Right. He’s been here for more than half a day.
“If they kept her normal routine, where would she be going tomorrow morning?”
“If it’s still the same, she would be going to her painting classes.”
“She paints?”
“Yes. It was one of her rewards about a year and a half ago. She behaved the exact way he wanted her to for some meeting he attended and he gave her a wish. That’s what he asked.”
She used to spend hours drawing on our balcony. Anything from the scenery before her, to our moment on some of our vacations. My favorite being the one she drew of us. Me holding her from behind, holding her swollen belly, our little prinssessa.
I’ve had that drawing framed in my office ever since. It keeps me sane at times when I’m losing it.
Painting must have been a different challenge. I wonder if she still draws now, or only paints.
That’ll be one more thing I have to get for her when she comes back.
I decided to leave Marcello alive for now. That is until I make sure he has no other useful information about Alexander.
Walking into my office, I poor myself and Lorenzo a glass of a new bottle of Highland Park Single Malt Scotch Whiskey.
“What do you want to do with the information Marcello provided?” Lorenzo asks, taking a large swig from his glass.
We need to organize a team and make plans to retrieve my wife. I’ll take the lead on this one. I won’t make the same mistake I made five years ago.”
I will leave so stone unturned to get my queen back to my side.
That, is a promise!
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