Violet's POV:

Relaxing my hips, I start hitting the punchbag hanging in front of me.

Once.

Twice.

I punch it and kick it repeatedly, running out of breath.

A day has passed since we received a letter; from one of the enemies.

It said that they had taken Alex for a period of time, and that the same day they sent the letter he was freed.

I hate it that I ignored the bad feeling I had. It's like I knew something was off; but I ignored it.

"Breathe." A voice speaks as I stop punching the bag, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"I am breathing. How do you think I'm still alive?" I shrug as Blake removes himself from the doorframe.

I have to admit, he looks very hot right now. Sweat dripping from his head and his tight t-shirt wet, making his abs look as if he isn't covering his upper body with a t-shirt.

Focus, Violet. We have to find Alex.

"Careful, little one." He warns from behind me.

In a swift move I grab the knife hidden in my thighs and place it on his neck.

He smirks, clearly amused by the situation.

The room suddenly fell silent, I could hear my own breathing. And his.

"I'm training. Don't distract me." I send him a look and he holds up his hands, surrendering.

"Anything for my Queen." His lips tilt up, just a little. I'm so in love.

I take the knife off his neck and he turns to leave, before turning his head just a little to the side.

"By the way, you're good at punching. Continue practising, but control your breathing better." He says before walking through the door.

Thanks, I guess.

I begin to punch the bag again, not feeling any better.

I thought the anger would go away.

It doesn't.

The anger is always there, reminding you who you really want to be but can't. Sometimes, you want the anger to win, to overpower the good side of you.

And you find yourself asking, is there actually a good side of you? Who do you want to be? It hurts even more when you're the sweetest person while you're happy, but you're the scariest when angry.

Anger scares me. But it gives me adrenaline; it helps me to concentrate.

And right now, I have to find Alex.

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"Okay everybody start working. Come on! You have your orders, let me know if you find anything. And I mean, anything. Let's go!" Blake shouts at the men in front of us.

Most of them were Italian, but for this special occasion we called for special help. Of course.

Between the Italians we also had people from Russia, France, Greece and America.

The five nations together. Those who others call "Le Ombre".

Blake had his leader-friends flying once again to Italy because we needed all the help we could get.

He would never get his team back together if it wasn't so important. He only did it when I got taken. And now, that Alex isn't here.

Right now, I'm sitting on a chair in the meeting's room, waiting for someone to call. To tell me that they found Alex.

I know I'm being useless right now, but what can I do? Blake doesn't want me getting out there. Somehow he thinks someone is going to take me again.

Yeah, I'm not listening to him.

I find myself walking as fast as I can towards my room, to change into my mission clothes.

It's a black set with multiple places where you can put your guns or knives or whatever you use to defend and attack.

Putting my shoes on, I reach the bathroom on the first floor. I can't go out from the main entrance because Blake's bodyguards would see me.

I close the door behind me, and quietly open the window of the bathroom, sneaking out.

Here we go.

I rush towards the lateral gates, smirking to myself when I don't find anyone guarding them.

I climb onto the small gate and jump on the other side, smiling as I begin to run through the woods.

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"Are you out of your mind? He will kill you! Of course, if someone else doesn't kill you first." Silvia screams through the earpiece I'm wearing.

"I knew this would be your reaction. Anyway, gotta go sweetie! Don't snitch on me, thank you." I laugh as I shut down the call by clicking the earpiece twice.

I've tracked down the places where our enemies keep or torture their hostages. Only Blake is allowed to know this information, but I spied his mails.

And does it look like I care?

You can answer yourself.

So now, I'm walking through the woods, again. They're not the ones close to the estate though.

I hear water running. I stop and try to understand where the sound comes from.

Walking towards the water, I find what seems to be a river. A beautiful one.

Come on there's no way he hasn't passed here.

"Alex!" I scream, breaking the silence.

Nothing.

"Alessandro. Alex!" I shout again, but no response.

"Where the hell are you?" I whisper as I continue to look around, like a fool.

"Go away." A masculine voice says calmly.

Alex?

"Alex? Where are you?" I speak loud and clear, waiting for his response.

Nothing comes.

"Go away!" This time he's louder. Why is he telling me that?

I finally see him.

His hair a little wet, his body dried. Through his ripped clothes I can see a lot of bad injuries. His face has a lot of cuts.

He has way more scars than he's ever had.

"Alex! What have they done to you? Jesus." I run to him but he holds up a hand, stopping me.

"I'm begging you, go away." "I don't understand why you're telling me this! I just found you and you're screaming at me to go away. What the hell is going on? What happened to you and, who in the hell did this?" I shout back as anger takes over me.

"What do you mean? It's an illusion. That's why I want you to leave. I'm sick of these hallucinations." He hisses and looks away.

My poor boy.

"It's real. I'm real. Here," I take his hand and place it over my heart.

His eyes widen. His beautiful eyes.

He hugs me tight, almost choking me to death. I don't complain though, letting him squeeze me.

Then he pulls away.

"I'm sorry. It's been, it's been worse than hell. They gave me this drug that makes me hallucinate and that's why I th-"

"It's okay." I hug him again.

"Just don't leave again. I'm asking you, please." I desperately say and he decides to caress my back.

"I never promise." He says in a serious tone. I pull away and look at him.

"But this time I'll make an exception." He says making me smile.

"Let's go home." I say taking his hand in mine.

I think I've finally found peace with myself. It's not like my happiness depends on Alex. But my mood for sure brightens and gets better when he's around me.

He's my best friend, and I'll always stand by that.

Good thing this story didn't turn out to be a tragedy.

Even though, there's still a lot to discover.

Especially when it comes to a certain man...

To a certain Blake Federico Ferreri.

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School has been a living hell, I'm sorry. I had to study a lot to start off the year well.

I'll try to make a schedule and insert "writing" in it too.

Sorry this chapter is also short, and I know I always say I'm sorry but what else may I say?

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