Page 162 of Knights Game

I march over to John, draw my hand back releasing all the anger, hurt and confusion into that single blow. The gun tearing across his face as I knock John the fuck out.

The bastard falls to the floor like the sack of shit he is.

“Luca.”

“Don’t!” I grip my hair and bend over. “FUCK.” I roar. “How long?” I turn and raise the gun to him, where his eyes widen, and his hands go up. “You need to speak and speak fucking quickly, friend.” I spit the last word.

“They have her. They have Saskia.”

“What?” I blink back my shock.

“They’ve been holding her, for two years Luca. Two fucking years they have held her captive like a dog. Two fucking years. And they won’t tell me where she is.”

“So, what, you’ve just been lying to me for two fucking years?”

“What else was I supposed to do? She’s my fucking blood.”

“And what about mine? What about my fucking blood? My world? She’s lying on the fucking floor bleeding out.” I roar. “You selfish arsehole. You were my brother.”

“I still am.” Rome’s eyes are beseeching, and I pause, looking at him, as pain builds in my chest, hurt spreading bone deep at his betrayal. How can someone who has been by my side since I was a boy, that has had my back since school be the same person as the one that is standing in front of me.

I don’t even know him.

I never have.

“Everything I have done is to get to her. To get her back.”

I hold my gun to my friend’s forehead as tears jump to my eyes. “You could have come to me; you should have come to me.”

The gun shakes in my hand.

“I couldn’t risk it, I couldn’t risk her. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“Luca.” Layla whispers from the floor and I look through my unshed tears, at her broken body on the floor. “Don’t.” Her voice is broken, and I stare at her.

My sunshine.

Her eyes are glistening, her face flinches in pain, and I realise that she needs me.

“Get the fuck out of here.” I say, dropping my gun to my side, as I hear John's rumbles of laughter through coughing behind me.

“I knew you would never have it in you to kill him. Which made him such a perfect piece in the game.” He laughs again and wheezes.

“Go.” I say it again and Roman looks between the three of us, shakes his head and walks out without turning back.

And my chest splits wide fucking open.

I look up to the ceiling take a breath and then turn to my piece of shit uncle whose head is bleeding from the hard hit.

“Where is she?”

“Even after you know he’s betrayed you; you’re still asking the unimportant questions.”

I march over and grip his hair in my fist and pull his head back, holding the gun under his chin.

“Where the fuck is she?”

John grins, his teeth covered in blood and waves a hand. “Have at it then. Your mother would be proud.”

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