|| Luke ||
I pulled up to the garage and stopped the car. The house was quiet, a little too quiet. I'd figure that I would be met by a couple a guys who were eager to find out what happened in my meeting with Bernardo Granati. I got out of the car and slowly closed the door. Without making a noise, I pulled my hand gun out and crept towards the door that led into the house.
I had the gun pointed in front of me. My finger on the trigger and my senses alert as I walked through the quiet hallway. I entered the kitchen and saw that it was empty. My eyes fell on something at the bottom of the stairs. A circular green metal object was lying on the ground. I picked it up and immediately knew what it was. Gas bomb.
I ran towards the living room and nearly tripped over Ashton's unconscious body. I looked around and saw that my fallen brothers littered the entire house. I pointed my gun at the already broken window and shot out a few bullets. Everyone slowly began stirring.
"What the hell happened?" Ashton asked.
"I could as you the same question," I replied.
Jacob hobbled towards me, "All I remember was Calum screaming about a gas and then I passed out."
"Search the whole place!" I shouted. "Make sure nothing was taken!"
Hector nodded, "Good to see you bossman."
I patted his shoulder, "Good to see you too. How are you feeling?"
He made an 'okay' sign with his fingers, "Bien."
"Ashton, where is Hazel?" I asked.
"When the attack happened, I couldn't see her through the smoke. The last time I saw her was on that stool, eating her cake," He pointed at the empty stool. My heart began to race. This can't be happening.
I turned to Ashton, "Help me find her. You look down here, I'll go upstairs." He nodded and I ran up the steps. Immediately, I began knocking down doors, searching through the entire second level. Looking into every hidden room that I had. The secret art room especially, but she wasn't there.
The roof was free of her presence. Every single room I checked, only lead to a dead end, she was nowhere to be found. No signs of her, she was gone. I ran back downstairs and saw a frantic Ashton running around the room.
"Did you find her?" I asked. He shook his head. I ran my hand through my hair and slammed my hands on the granite island. I was frustrated, scared, and angry. "This has Thomas written all over it."
"How could you be so sure?" Jacob asked.
"Because who else will kidnap her? Who else has it out for me so badly that they would take her away! He saw a way to get to me and he took that chance. He got to me and now I am a wreck," I said. I saw Jacob disappear behind a corner. I ignored him since I had other things on my mind.
"We'll get her back," Ashton said.
"You're right, let's all assemble together, get your guns ready and be ready to leave in fifteen minutes. Thomas hasn't seen the last of the Hemmings family," I stated.
Everyone went their separate ways, getting the correct attire and gearing themselves up for the war that lay ahead of us. I passed the fallen stool on the floor. There was a locket next to it. I picked it up and ran my thumb over the smooth metal. I opened it and saw a small picture of Hazel's sister, Malia.
"I'll get this back to you, Hazel." I said quietly as I closed the locket and squeezed it in my hand. "I promise."
"Luke," Hector said. "I have something to show you." I was in the weapon room, slipping a knife into the holster that was strapped above my ankle.
I looked at him, "What is it?"
He set his phone in front of me. The screen was dark, except a big play symbol in the middle. He turned the volume up and pressed play. I heard a muffled voice. It soon came in clear.
"Yes, he's back," It was Jacob. "He knows that Hazel is missing, he plans to have an attack soon." He paused, "He gave us fifteen minutes." He chuckled, "Sure thing, Thomas."
"Jacob is the mole," I said angrily.
"Yes," Hector replied. I grabbed the nearest gun to me and stormed out of the weapon room. I was pissed.
"Where is he!" I shouted. Everyone looked at me confused. "Where is Jacob?"
Jacob appeared out of the vault, "What's up don?"
I grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall, "It was you all fucking along, huh?" I shouted.
"What?" He asked. "What are you talking about?'
"Hector," I said. "Play the recording." The recording was soon being played. Everyone was around to see what Jacob had done, how he betrayed us. I saw the color drain from Jacob's face as the recording ended. "You're the bloody traitor. You betrayed your brothers! You fucking betrayed me!"
"I had no other choice!" He insisted. "He threatened to kill my family."
I laughed coldy, "You said it yourself years back, you don't give a shit about your family." I shook my head. "You're dead to me." I pulled out my gun and shot him. I turned away, "Get him out of here." I walked back towards the weapon room.
The crowd diminished. He broke the oath that we all made when we entered the mafia. If you betray your new family, you will burn like the saint is burning in your hands. We're all going to hell, that's for sure. There is too much blood on our hands.
I set my gun down and continued gearing myself up. Calum walked into the room and set down a sheet of paper in front of me. "What's this?"
"A plan," He replied.
I looked it over and looked up at him, "I like it."
He smiled, "What can I say, I'm the planner."
"Is everyone ready?" I asked. He nodded. "Good, cause we're leaving earlier than expected. Thomas is expecting us, so we'll come, but we'll be ready. Your plan will help us." I walked through the halls. "Make sure everyone learns the plan and knows their spot. Make sure they know whether they're backups or front and center."
"Yes sir," Calum saluted and walked off.
Hang on Hazel, I'm coming to get you.