Vincent.

"Why are you here? I thought you left." I said tiredly.

"Your husband's here." He says as he stalks towards me "Now sit still, this will only hurt for a second." He says evilly as he whips out a syringe and stabs it into my neck.

I hiss at the stinging pain and try to keep myself calm. But my panic is inevitable as he says "I want you to listen to something."

I can't answer back because it feels like all of my limbs are being held down and my mouth is being kept sealed. I am left with no choice other than to watch and listen, as Vincent pulls out his phone and presses play on a recording.

I hear Romeo's voice on the recording, as it fills the silent torturing cell "I fucking hate her. She's nothing but a pawn in my game. I only pretended to care for her so I could create the worlds biggest empire, us fucking, and her falling in love with me were mere bonuses. If anything, she should be glad that I taught her not to be so trusting and gullible. I couldn't care less about her. Kill her for all I care. She's just a fat whore that should've died on that day instead of her mother."

Although I'm in a stupor-like state, even if I was able to move, I'd continue laying there completely still. Whether it would be from utter shock or complete heartbreak, I do not know. All I know is, that it seems I can't trust anyone anymore. Not even the man I thought I loved.

Serves me right.

I shouldn't fall in love with every man that gives me the slightest bit of attention.

It's my own fault.

I shouldn't be such a fat fucking whore.

The fact of the matter is, that I comfortably opened up to Romeo about my father's abuse and the things he'd say to me, and he used my trauma against me.

"Now that you've heard that, make sure you stay extremely still. It'll hurt less that way. Oh! Wait, you won't have to worry about staying still, will you?!" Vincent says mockingly.

I watch him as reaches his hand down to his belt and unfastens it.

Nonononono.

Please don't.

Someone help me. I want to scream it at the top of my lungs. But I can't.

I. Can't. Do. Anything. Except sit and watch everything play out.

I hope someone finds me.

"Oh! And one more thing. I know you hate me because I killed your mother all those years ago, but the truth is, I was paid a shit tonne of money to kill her, by the infamous Francois Beaumont." He says darkly as he looks at my body with lust in his eyes.

I obviously can't move, but that doesn't stop the tears from flooding out of my eyes.

All those years of pain and torture. For what? For Francois' amusement. He killed my maman for his own. Fucking. Amusement.

My thoughts are cut off as I feel a cold rush of air hit my upper thighs as my skirt is lifted.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Please please please, someone find me.

As my men kill the guards around us, my head swivelled from side to side, trying to find any signs of Amélie. I look through rooms on the first level, but I can't see her. But what worries me the most, is that I can't find Vincent either. I swear to God, if he's done anything to her-

As I walk past another random door, but stop abruptly when I hear faint grunting. What the fuck?

"Romeo! Wait up!" I hear a voice call after me.

I turn around and I see Amélie's brother.

I stop walking and allow him to catch up to me. He was part of this plan to hurt her, so I don't necessarily trust him. But then again, I was part of this plan once, too. Not anymore though. All I want, is to have Amélie back home and safe, inside my arms. I need to see her. I need to hear her. I need to touch her. I need to breathe in her scent.

I need to tell her that I love her.

"Where is my wife?!" I grit out at Adrien as I push him up against the wall by his collar.

"She's in here. She's alone, so hurry up." He tells me.

I look at him, trying to decipher whether or not he's lying to me. But I come up with nothing. It seems like he's being sincere. I nod at him and he leaves to go and fight with Amélie and I's men.

I turn back to the door and I try to open the door by the door handle, but it doesn't open. I begin to worry as this is the first door that's been locked. I have no choice but to shoot at the lock. So, I pull out my gun, and shoot the lock 3 times. This loosens the door handle, which allows me to lock the door down.

I walk down the stairs which are connected to the entrance and make my way towards the sound. This seems like their basement/torturing cells. As I walk towards the grunting sound, my heart drops when I hear small whimpers along with the grunts.

I begin to pick up my pace and follow the sound quicker. The sound takes me to the last torturing cell. I stop in my tracks and my heart stops beating, my blood runs cold. He's now done this to the 2 people I love most in this world. I see Vincent on his knees in front of Amélie, pumping himself on top of her. He is a revolting, sickening man. I'm going to kill him.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. My. Wife." I state eerily calmly.

Vincent stops in his tracks and turns to face me, Amélie is unmoving. Why isn't she fighting back? I can see the tears spilling out of her precious blue eyes, and they break my heart and shred it into a million pieces.

I stalk towards Vincent and I grab the back of his shirt to pull him up and off of Amélie. I throw him to the ground and shoot both of his kneecaps. I begin beating him to a pulp as I let out all of my anger. Punch after punch. The dread, guilt and pain still don't go away. Punch after punch. The disgust, disappointment and regret still don't go away. Punch after pun-

"Romeo, get Amélie. We'll take care of him." Christos says, successfully stoping my actions.

I turn around and see a frightened looking Amélie which squeezes my heart painfully. I slowly walk up to her and kneel down to her. She screws her eyes shut and whimpers. All of a sudden, she slams her eyes wide open and takes in my face. Then, she looks down at her hand and I follow her line of view to see that there are droplets of water there. I bring my hand up to my face and touch it absentmindedly when all of a sudden, I feel a wet substance running down my cheeks. I didn't realise I was crying.

I shake my head as the tears blur my vision and I whisper out "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I keep repeating this as I reach for her and pick her up bridal style in my arms.

I hold her extremely close to me as I make my way up the stairs and out of the warehouse entrance. There are many dead bodies on the ground, none of which - luckily - are our men. I continually leave 3 pecks on Amélie's forehead, trying to be strong for her. But I can't. The tears flow down my cheeks like a broken dam, as I hold Amélie even tighter against me.

Christos and Matteo are waiting in the getaway car for us. I get into the back of the SUV, with Amélie still in my lap. I can't let her go again. I place her in my lap facing forward and hug her from behind. I give her neck 3 soft pecks and guide her to lay her back against my front. I manually move her head to the crook of my neck considering the fact that, whatever drugs they gave her made her immobile.

As she lay in my arms, Christos drives back home, the tears continue to fall down my face as everything that happened flashed back to me. I hear Amélie's faint whimpers and I could see the tears cascading down her soft, reddened cheeks. I hold her and rest my head on hers as I whisper "I'm so sorry mia belleza."

With that, she falls asleep. Hopefully, the drugs will wear off when she wakes up. Until then, I can only pray that Amélie can heal from this. Physically and mentally.

I hope mia belleza will forgive me. But for that to happen, I'll have to be honest and tell her the whole truth.

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