I left my soul in that hospital with her. A shell of a man walked out those doors. Hell bent on one thing.
Revenge.
Every mark, every bruise and broken bone will cost a life. That’s at least 23, because I counted.
I slip back into the darkness and do what I do best, what I was born to do.
Hunt.
The love of my life, my title fight, my freedom. All gone. As the rain pours, dripping down my face. I slip my phone out of my pocket and dial Luca. He answers on the first ring.
“War has started, Brother. Enzo will stay and protect Sienna. You have my word no harm will come to her again.”
Just hearing her name sends a sharp pain radiating through my chest.
“Grayson is on his way to the hospital to get you. I’ll fill you in when you get here, not over the phone.” He says, anger dripping from his voice.
“War is good with me, Brother. I’m ready to burn this city to ashes.”
I disconnect the call before he speaks again. I’m not in the mood for chitchat. The only thing I’m in the mood for is killing every one of those Falcone fuckers. There’s no way out for me now.
There’s no Sienna to pull me from the darkness, no fight to focus on. All that’s left is a monster with a taste for blood. One picture sticks in the forefront of my mind. Sienna, slumped on the floor, lifeless, in a pool of blood.
If I’d have left her the hell alone, she would have been safe. The Falcones were after me and Luca and exploited Jamie’s addiction to do it. That’s why I had to leave her. Nothing will ever compare to the pain I felt breaking up with her, nor hearing her blood curling scream as I left. It took every ounce of strength left in me not to turn around and wrap her in my arms. That’s all I wanted to do for the rest of my fucking life.
I should have known I didn’t deserve to be loved in this life. I found it anyway, only to have it ripped from me.
