Page 51 of Fight for Me (Dark Renzetti 2)

After months of searching and raging, Johnny finally called with an update and an order to meet him at the private hangar for immediate departure. Silver has been found but getting her out alive will be tricky.

After meeting my beautiful sister for the first time since our parents died, Popov had someone plant a bomb at the club. The night that I should have been celebrating with my future wife and little sister, I woke up in the hospital with wounds on my body and shards in place of my heart.

These past months without Silver have been a livingdeath for me. Like being conscious during open heart surgery yet too paralyzed to let anyone know you can feel every slice and dice.

I got my sister back and lost my heart in one night. The fact that I couldn’t enjoy one moment with my new family without my heart ripping itself in pieces over Silver’s disappearance has made everything so much more painful.

To live in a world of smiles while your heart slowly dies is a torture unlike any other.

Give me life or give me death but combine the two… I can’t take it.

I open Silver's file once more and go through the series of pictures Johnny was able to get. Turns out he has connections with a group of men who take on practically any case. Anything from missing persons to extraction cases. These men, WRATH Securities, have a reputation of never giving up and when they get hired for a job, they get it done.

Johnny's friend, Ren Moretti, took on our case and in return, the Renzetti Famiglia will owe a favor. One we will gladly pay.

We had no idea Ren would find a trail that would lead us to Texas. You see, Ruslan Popov had two sons with a woman who was equal to a biker club whore. The poor woman was subjected to that scumbag but when she fell pregnant with his spawns she was exiled so that his infidelity wouldn’t fuck with Bratva business. The Wrath team did some digging and found the woman’s last known residence. A run down shack-like house in bumfuck nowhere Texas.

The photos in the file are of the two illegitimate sons. They're identical men and they share a striking resemblance to their worthless father. Most of the pictures are taken at their mother’s house. One photo shows the front door open as one of the brothers exits and behind the door frame is a feminine leg with a shackle around her thin ankle.

My heart shatters every time I see this.

I know it's her. My Neviah, my soul. These bastards have her tied like an animal and I pray to God that they've never raped her. I will eradicate their fucking bloodline from this world.

I slam the file shut and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself while my Tourette's acts wildly. My tics haven't settled since the night of the bombing and the only thing that soothes me is fighting and Pony Boy but even then, nothing will bring my anxiety levels down until Silver is safe in my arms.

I push in my ear buds and put some music on my phone in hopes of bringing my mind to a resting place. Most people would choose something lo-fi to calm themselves but not me. As the first chords of ‘Feiticeira’ by Deftones plays, I lay my hand on Pony Boy's head and feel my tics slowly fade.

All my Renzetti family is with me. Yeah, that's right. Turns out that even if my sister, Anastasia, hadn't married Gavriel Renzetti, we'd still be related. Not by blood of course but because our father was adopted into the Renzetti house, making the Don our adoptive uncle. He had no clue it was his own flesh and blood brother, Adriano, who murdered our parents. He thought my sister and I had died in the fire Adriano set after the massacre.

When the bomb went off at Medusa's our initial thought was that Adriano had done it but the footage we recovered showed a masked man hitting Silver on the back of the head before tossing her unconscious form into a truck. The truck plates led back to a man named Ivan Petrov. We had no clue these men were tied to Popov in any way so we tortured Adriano for weeks thinking it was he who planned the attack.

Once we put the traitorous bastard out of his misery, Johnny's connection found out about the Popov sons. Do I feel bad about dragging Adriano to the brink of death and pulling him back from the grave’s edge only to do it again and again?

Hell. Fucking. No.

He murdered my mother because she didn't return his affections. He murdered my father because he coveted his position as Underboss. He tried to murder me and Sia because we were Frankie's kids.

So no, I don't feel remorse or regret or any of that mumbo jumbo.

Gavriel walks over to me from across the cabin and sits in the seat next to me so I pull out my earbuds. Gavi is a good man. I had my concerns about him and my sister but seeing how he practically worships the ground she walks on, I tossed my worries aside.

He hands me a tumbler of whiskey as I look over at him.

“Is everything set for extraction by the time we get there?”

“Si,fratello.”Yes, brother. “Nico and Jefa already have the basement ready for thebastardosand Doc will be on standby to check Silver over but, Luca, Silver will be fine. That girl, as you know, has fought her whole life and come out on top. Even when her mother passed away, Silver fought on. The pain of that death hit her hard and one would think she'd give in to the turmoil, but she didn't. She fought on even when she had no one to truly live for but herself. Now, she has you and I know it like I know you're my brother that she will fight for you.”

Fight for me? There's no doubt in my mind that she'll do just that. I'll fight for her every day of my life if it meant she'd be by my side once more and I know deep in my bones that she would do the same for me. No, her giving up has never crossed my mind. It's never been a worry. On the contrary, I fear that fire inside my beautiful woman will be the cause of her physical pain. I'd like to think that Silver could take on the two soon-to-be-dead men but if that dirty, skinny shackled leg in the photo is anything to go by, she's underweight and has zero to no strength.

I down the whiskey and stare out of the window, watching the clouds pass by. Being in this jet reminds me of my trip to New York all those years ago. I was just a kid looking to get my name known in the Barbarity ring. I had no clue what my life would lead to. I found the only woman on this planet who can move with me and bend with me. The only woman who sharpens me and strengthens me. I found my heart in Neviah Mazzi.

I look over everyone in the jet with us. All the Renzetti brothers are here, Marco and Drake sit with Johnny discussing routes and strategies. Nico and Jefa sit huddled together in the corner while the Don sits across from them speaking quietly on the phone. With my family by my side I know I'll be okay but in order to breathe again, I need Silver.

I look over to my brother-in-law and nod my head.

“Yeah, Gavriel. Silver is a fighter. She’s my fighter and those who touched her will watch as I slowly kill anyone who means anything to them.”

“Come lo farò io.”As will I. “I vow it on my omertà.” Gavriel taps the family crest he has tattooed on his chest, a skull with a bullet hole between the eyes. It's the same tattoo we all get once we've gained our buttons and become Made Men.

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