Arranged Dominant Love novel Chapter 57

Rocco

I gaze as the car Arielle and my cousins are in drives away and heads toward the airport. There is no way in hell New York is safe for them anymore, or at least not right now.

I'm worried that Antonio isn't going to make it through this injury. I've seen my brother survive a ton of shit, but from the looks of where the bullet hit-let's just say I'm not extreme assured.

Antonio, Angelo and I acted quick but first made sure that when we got Arielle out, there would be an escape car waiting to take her far away from the chaos. His main priority was keeping her safe and I had never seen my brother so out of his mind about another person. Arielle was consuming his every raealistic thought and his protect at all costs mode was activated and he'd risk everything to keep his wife safe.I concluded then that my brother was in love.

Standing outside the room where Arielle was held hostage, I can't bring myself to go. I know I should see if the doctor is working efficiently or to see if she needs help or to even just see if my brother is alive, but I can't.

Antonio has to be fine.

I've seen my brother endure torture and didn't bat a single fucking eye, didn't flinch, or scream, or cry. Antonio has always been the toughest man I knew. My father might've been strong, but he was a sick bastard that went too far. Antonio never crossed that line. Antonio drew the line at torturing children and raping women. My father thought that was weakness but I always thought that it was courage. My father was the weak one who had to prey on those weaker than him. Just like Marco and Luca. If anyone deserves to be Capo, it's Antonio.

Distance voices and sounds of footsteps have me on my feet and reaching for my weapon. I hide behind a corner and wait until I have a visual. Fuck, that's just fucking great. That's all I need is for Marco's men and Bratva coming in here and killing us all or interrupting the doctors surgery session with my brother.

A large man with a shaved skull walks around the corner allowing me to get a good look at him the closer he gets. I recognize the language is Russian. Marco's men would've been easier to convince than the fucking Bratva. The main peers into the room where Antonio and the doctor are and the Russian bastard pulls his gun out and starts yelling.

I grab my gun and my heart drops when I see that the only things left where my brother was laying is just a pool of his blood.

He's gone along with the doctor.

I run out of the compound to see two Bratva dragging my brother and the doctor away. Dragging my brother makes them slow, which means easy target practice. I raise my pistol, take a deep breath and aim.

That's when everything goes dark and I lose consciousness.