Massimo POV

Tomas, Chester, and Spencer stood beside me as we watched the clock in anticipation, ready to run up the stairs and kill that bastard.

We stood listening to every word said over the earpiece, ensuring Serena was safe while she was alone in the office with him.

Everything he said made my skin crawl, and the urge to go kill him right this second was becoming overpowering.

He planned to rape her and then force her to birth an heir for him because he didn't think Tomas was worthy.

I could see the disgusted look on Tomas's face as he stared hard at the ground while listening. His hands were clenched tightly as he listened to his father.

I could see the hatred for his father on every inch of his face.

I couldn't help but think about the horrible life Serena must have had when she lived here. Having to be around this sorry excuse of a human every day. Never being able to speak back to him or he would give her these 'lessons', which I was guessing was how she got the scars on her arms.

No wonder she ran and did whatever she had to do to stay under the radar.

Suddenly her voice went quiet and she took a sharp inhale of air in my ear. My body stiffened and I made eye contact with Tomas to see the same fright on his face.

"What did you do?" Serena whispers over the earpiece. "What did you give me?"

"Serena?" Tomas yells in the earpiece. "What's happening?"

"My dear Serena. You are too headstrong for your own good. I know what is best for you and your life, I always have. I guess the lessons I once taught you have since been disregarded," Ricardo says. "I will just have to force them into you again."

"Serena?" I yell into the earpiece, earning looks from the people around us.

She goes quiet before there is ruffling over the speaker.

"Don't you worry darling," Ricardo says. It was so clear he had to be speaking directly into the earpiece. "Nobody will interrupt us or ever help you escape me again."

Her earpiece releases a static sound.

He crushed it.

My legs move before I even process what just happened. I take the steps two at a time as the others follow closely behind me.

"Team two follow us. Jason, what happened?" I spit waiting for him to say there was bad service or some shit.

"Her earpiece disconnected," Jason's voice fills my ear as my heart stops in my chest. "He must have broken it."

Reaching the front door, we head down the left hallway and see it full of guards. They blocked the whole hallway from both directions ensuring nobody gets in or out of the office unless Ricardo says otherwise.

They heard us and immediately turned our way.

"Are you lost?" One guard asks as I breathe heavily. Red starts clouding my vision as the knife in my sleeve burns my skin, begging to be used.

"The bathrooms are down the other hall," He says even though I could see the bathroom behind him.

"I suggest you move," Tomas says in a harsh tone. They all look at each other than at the men behind us.

"Oh, I see what this is. Ricardo's son thinks he can tell us what to do because he made a little recruitment of the lower levels," A guard says and they start laughing.

"Move," I spit out impatiently.

"Or what?" He asks teasingly.

With no hesitation, I pull out my pistol and shoot him between the eyes. His body falls with a thud.

The others look down at him before back at me. Suddenly they pull out knives from their vests and charge toward us.

Since the hallway was so narrow, I couldn't risk shooting again or I might shoot my men. Tucking the gun back in its holster, I remove my knife from my sleeve.

One of the guards run towards me with his knife aimed upwards.

The way he was planning an attack reminded me of Serena's training session when I watched over her. She went through situational attacks and this was one of them.

Deciding to try out her advice, I grab his arm, move it backward, then slice his throat with my knife. Blood shoots out of his neck and starts running down his shirt.

His hands reach from his throat to try and hold the blood in as he gasps for air before falling to the ground.

Another man ran towards me and tried to tackle me to the ground, his arms wrapped around my waist. I knee him in the gut before snapping his neck backward with a satisfying snap. He quickly falls to the ground with a loud thud.

One less body in the way.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, I look down the hall to see more guards coming our way.

Hold on Serena.

I am coming.

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SERENA POV

Five minutes of laying there.

Five minutes of blood leaking from my body, making me even weaker.

Five minutes of deep breathing to try and fight the drug.

It was five minutes before I could hear a gunshot coming from the hall. They were finally here.

"Get more men here now!" I hear Ricardo yell from the other room.

If he was calling for more backup, they would be surrounded in the hallway with no way to retreat if they are overpowered.

I am not going to let Ricardo take another person I care about from me.

Just the thought of them out there fighting to come set me free is enough mental pressure for me.

I close my eyes and focus on my body.

I start trying to wiggle my toes and fingers.

It takes a good minute before I feel my fingers moving. I slowly start moving up my body until I get my arm an inch off the bed.

It was taking a lot of energy to move but I refused to give up.

I am not a damsel in distress.

Two minutes later, I got myself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

Sitting on the side of the bed with a heavy head, I reach over to the side table and grip my hand around the knife handle.

I can hear Ricardo fussing around in the office so I knew he was still here.

Using the energy I had left, I push myself off the bed and stumble forward slightly before catching myself.

Bleeding must have helped drain some of the drugs from my system because by standing and having the drug move around in my body, I got more feeling in my body.

Looking over at the door, I slowly inch towards it to see a shadow of Ricardo at his desk typing on his computer.

With a loud creak, I push the door open, not trying to hide that I am up.

His head snaps to me immediately and he freezes.

"How did you..."

"Shut your... fucking mouth," I spit at him as I stand in the doorway for a moment before moving closer to the desk. When I am a few feet away he pulls a gun out and aims in at my head.

"Take another step, and I"ll blow your brains out," He says and I arch an eyebrow, not wavering as I got closer.

"See, the thing is, you won't pull that trigger. Because if you do, the men outside are going to come in here and torture you for killing me. And if you happen to miss, I will kill you."

Staring down the barrel of the gun, I step right in front of him until the gun is pushed to my forehead.

"Pull the fucking trigger. I dare you."

I see the hesitation on his face and snap the gun out of his grip, throwing it onto the floor. He tries to reach down and grab the other gun under his desk but I put the knife to his throat.

"Bad move," I hiss and move to step behind him so his hands are in view. He puts his hands up in surrender.

"Your not going to kill me," He says with a chuckle and shakes his head, causing the knife to knick his neck.

"Yeah? And why do you think that?" I ask with a smirk in my voice.

"You didn't before. Why would you now?" He pauses for a second as gunshots are heard outside the door. I look at the screen to see Spencer shooting as someone runs down the hall. He gets them in the back of the head with a splash of blood before they fall to the ground.

"Your going to lose. Just accept defeat," I spit at him.

"Do it then. I know you better than you do and you won't because you are too scared of becoming the killer you once were. One kill now and you will not be able to stop and you know it. So you won't."

My smirk drops. I grab onto the arm of his chair and spin him around so he is facing me.

I lean towards him while looking deep into his eyes before going next to his ear, my knife still pressed to his knife.

"Try me," I say then pull away and slit his throat.

His eyes shoot open in shock as blood starts gushing down his shirt. He grabs onto his neck in a panic to try and stop the blood but it's too late. In roughly eight seconds he will be dead.

I smile down at him.

"I hope you rot in hell knowing the thing you created is the thing that killed you."

I keep my eyes on him until his hands fall to his lap and his eyes gloss over. His head falls back on the chair.

Ricardo is finally dead.

Throwing the knife on his desk I look over at the wall near the window to see the thing I despised.

The samurai sword he used to kill my parents.

Slowly reaching towards it with a loud grunt as pain coursed through my muscles and blood drips from my arm, I grab onto it and pull it down.

The blade cover is black with a red skull on it. Pulling the sheath off the blade, I look at the sharp edge to see the rusted parts of my parent's blood.

Looking at Ricardos dead body, revenge filled me.

I will avenge every person he has killed.