Page 58 of My Sweetest Obsession
“Get the fuck off me!” I spat, thrashing against the grip.
“You need to calm down,” Alphonse seethed in my ear. “Now is not the time to show weakness in front of your men. Get your shit together.”
My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the icy rain battered my face. Each drop was a cold reminder, urging me to gather my thoughts and regain my composure.
After a moment that felt like an eternity, Alphonse loosened his grip but didn’t let go entirely. “Are you good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
He finally released me, and I opened my eyes, my gaze locking onto an angel statue. My feet propelled me toward the statue. I grabbed my shovel and continued. That’s when I noticed a grave that was freshly dug.
I started to shove the blade in the soil but stopped. What if she wasn’t a coffin? If I dug too deep, I might accidentally injure her. I dropped the shovel, fell to my knees, and pushed into the snow and dirt with my gloved hands. The snow and rain still coming down made me sink further into the ground.
Then I feltsomething.
“Gigi!” I dug faster and faster. “Gigi!” I called out again as I tried to get to her.
Suddenly, Lo, Matteo, Luca, and Alphonse came beside me and joined me.
“Gigi, baby!” I called out, my voice breaking. I dug deeper, my hands trembling from fear and anger, dirt flying everywhere.
“Come on, come on,” I urged, clawing at the earth until my fingers brushed against a wooden box. Using the shovel, I struck the wooden box with a sickening thud. It splintered open, and my heart dropped.
When a flash of dark brown hair appeared, I almost cried in relief. But that relief shattered like glass when I took in the scene. Gigi was unconscious, naked, and her body was a canvas of bruises of all shapes and sizes as well as cuts. My heart dropped like a stone, and the world suddenly felt heavy, as if the God of War had just stepped in, ready to unleash his wrath.
“Gigi!” I shouted, panic flooding my veins.
“Is she dead?” Alphonse asked frantically.
I pulled her from the darkness, cradling her in my arms and close to my chest.
“Gigi, baby, wake up,” I pleaded in a whisper.
I glanced back to see the horror etched on Matteo, Alphonse, Lo, and Luca’s faces, their expressions mirroring the despair that was boiling inside me. “She’s not waking up.” A small guttural cry escaped my lips.
I turned back to Gigi. My heart ached in agony, each beat a reminder of the pain she went through.
My sweet angel.
The anguish I felt when she had been taken was nothing compared to this raw, searing pain I felt now.
“I’m here, baby,” I said, my hands shaking as I worked to unshackle, her but the collar wouldn’t budge.
The fury bubbling within me screamed for vengeance, a relentless force demanding that we make them pay for every moment of her suffering.
I wrapped Gigi in my coat, cradling her fragile form against my chest. She had lost so much fucking weight, and she was cold. So fucking cold.
But then she let out a soft whimper, and my heart soared. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, my heart breaking at the sight of her injuries. Every bruise, every cut, felt like a dagger in my own flesh. I carried her out of this hell, my soul screaming for justice.
I rose to my feet, Luca and Lo standing a few paces away.
“Is she—” Luca started, as he stepped forward.
“She’s not dead,” I replied, my own voice barely more than a whisper, thick with emotion.
Lo’s face paled. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
“Let’s go.” I stepped forward, my heart quickening with anticipation to get my girl to the hospital, when Alphonse’s hard tone brought me to an abrupt stop.
