BURN IN HELL

- Two Years Later -

-HADES-

" And this is how we will lead our next mission." I tap on the white board as the gang members nod.

" What about the police, sir?"

" About that, we couldn't work things out with the airport security this time so instead we'll get the weapons and drugs shipped to our warehouse. No mistakes in this shipment, we can't afford to mess this one up." I growl, tapping on the board again.

" Louis, did you find out what happened to the last one?" I growl, taking my seat.

" All the evidences are pointing towards our rival team, sir." He says as everyone else agrees with him.

" It must be the Russian mafia, sir. They love messing with us." A man from the gang says.

" I think he's right, sir." Someone else agrees.

" Let bygones be bygones, boys. You'll lose what you have today if you go out to look for what you've lost yesterday. The Russians have really showed their rare colors by doing this but we won't back down too. Let this shipment reach us safely then we'll reply to them in their style." I smirk, earning smiles from everyone in the room.

" Aldo and Marco, you two are in charge of this shipment. Make sure it's reaches the warehouse before tomorrow morning." I say, as the two stand up immediately.

Aldo and Marco are my best snipers. The Russians won't dare to play with them.

" That brings us to the end, boys. We'll meet tomorrow," Everyone bows down to me as I walk out, unbuttoning my blazer.

The guard outside my room opens the door for me as I step in, " There is someone here to meet you, sir. They're saying that you know them." he says.

" Name?" I mutter, slumping down on my chair. It was a tough day, I can feel a terrible ache in my back already.

" They aren't telling us their name." he says,

" Fine, send them in and ask Joseph to get me lunch. I want some buttered up steak with extra garlic today. Don't forget the cheesy-mashed potatoes." he nods, closing the door behind him as I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

The Russians are becoming a pain in my ass. I'll have to do something that puts them quiet for once and all. I cannot afford any more losses because of them. I just don't get why the fuck they're so hell-bent on destroying my business when I've never done something to them.

Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I sip on it while looking at the picture on my desk. It was my wedding photo, with my beautiful bride. She looked so perfect that day, I could worship her all day long. Well, what I did to her that day was quite opposite of worshipping but . . . whatever. We're over it.

Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she looked at me with an adorable smile in the picture. I wish I could live that moment again and again. I still remember her stupid but adorable rant about my private plane. The way she looked at everything in awe throughout the entire journey is burnt in my mind.

" I want the window seat!"

" I'll tell everyone that you just pretend to be cold."

" Hades, how many times do I tell you to not call my daddy an asshole?"

" Miss her?" The whiskey glass nearly slips out of my hand as I find Enrique and Shawn Martinez, standing in my room.

" Wha- How did you get in?" I could feel my palms get sweaty at the sigh of Shawn.

This isn't going to end well, I just know it already.

" Where. Is. My. Sister?" Shawn growled, his eyes red as he glared at me.

" She is out . . . um-shopping with my mom. And she doesn't want to see you two." I quickly force out a reply.

" Shopping, huh? Since when did they open a mall in the mental asylum?" Enrique growls.

" What the fuck are you sa-" Shawn plants a punch on my face before I could finish. He slaps me again, pulling the collar of my shirt.

" I will tear you into pieces, Hades. Tell me the truth." he whispers, as I shove him away from me.

" Are you fucking nuts? Sage isn't in a mental asylum. She's with me and she's happy. And she doesn't want to see you. Didn't you get her message two years ago?" I growl as Shawn wipes his tears furiously, looking at me.

" I did, and nothing in this world could break me more than that message. But I deny to believe it. My Sage will never do that to me. I've spent two years looking for her just so I can explain myself to her. From Italy to the entire Europe until I found you here." he growls.

" And coincidentally, I got transferred to Johnson Rehab and Mental Asylum just this month. Guess what I found while studying some cases." Enrique smiles, throwing a blue file on my desk.

It was Sage's file with her name and picture on it. So they know.

" So? Do you want a cookie for your achievement?" I snap, as he glares at me.

" Why did you put her there? Mental asylum isn't a fucking joke, Hades. They can drive a normal person crazy." he screams as I roll my eyes, sitting on my chair again.

" I know you're a loser at a lot of things, Enrique but today I found something new about you, that you're a trash doctor too. Don't you know English? It's written that she's a drug addict, do you want me to translate that in some other language for you? Lei è una tossicodipendente! Happy?" Shawn and Enrique stare at me, rage clear in their eyes before Shawn sits down in front of me.

" My sister is not a drug addict, Hades. We both know that." he growls.

" Do you think her reports are lying?" I roll my eyes.

" No! But you are! Where is my sister and what have you done to her?" he screams.

" Lower your voice, bloody Martinez. She is getting treated in that asylum and I will kill you if you interrupt her treatment." I roar, pointing at him when Enrique scoffs.

" Treated? They've lost her, bloody Romano. Sage is missing for four months now. They don't know where she is and they care about their lives too much to tell you about it." he scoffs.

" You're kidding!" I growl.

His smirk doesn't falter, making me anxious. Sage is missing! No, this can't be possible. That was the best asylum in this state!

I can't let that happen. Oh god! Where would my Sage be? I need to find her immediately!

The door opens at the moment as Sean walks in with a bright smile on his face.

" Brother, look what I-" Sean suddenly freezes at the sight of Shawn and Enrique.

FUCK! There goes all my work down the drain!

" Brother?" Shawn whispers, looking between me and Sean.

" No! NO! Oh my god. MY SAGE. God." Shawn hyperventilates as he pulls his hair, tears running down his cheeks.

" We got her married to her rapist's brother!" Enrique looks at Shawn.

" My brother isn't a rapist, Enrique. Mind your fucking language." I scream, when Shawn slaps Sean.

" HEY!" I scream, trying to pull Shawn off my brother when Enrique punches me.

I plant a punch on his face, giving him a bleeding nose when he kicks me on the floor. I groan, trying to reach for my gun when Enrique punches me again.

" Let go of me." Sean screams as Shawn continues to strangle him.

" Leave him! Beat me all you want but leave my brother." I scream.

Shawn doesn't listen to me. It felt like he was possessed by rage, he kept on hitting Sean's face until his entire face got bloodied. Sean's head lolled to the side, nearly lifeless but Shawn didn't stop.

" You never loved her. You did all this for your brother, didn't you?" Enrique whispers, realization dawning on him.

" What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I smile at him.

A gunshot sounds in the room at that moment. My breath gets caught in my throat as I immediately looked at Sean, but it was Shawn who got injured and Sean who shot him. Sean shoves Shawn on the floor, looks at me for a second, in shock before he yanks the door open and dashes out.

" Shawn!" Enrique screams, rushing to him.

" I'm fi . . . fine! The bullet just scraped my skin." Shawn grits his teeth in pain.

I watch Enrique put him on the couch, inspecting his wound before he glares up at me. The wound wasn't deep thankfully, he was just bleeding a little.

" Thank god, it isn't deep. Get me a first aid kit." Enrique snaps.

I roll my eyes, yanking out the kit from my drawers before throwing it towards him. I'm glad that the bullet didn't hit Shawn or else there would've been another chaos to deal with. Enrique cleans his wound before wrapping a gauze mesh on his wound.

" You two have caused enough damage. Leave now before I run out of patience and kill both of you." I growl, rubbing the back of my neck.

Where is Sage?

How could that possibly happen?

I need to find her before they do. I have to keep Sage away from them.

" You don't run when you're innocent." Enrique whispers, looking at the door where Sean just ran out of.

" You drugged my sister so you could get your brother out of the jail?" Shawn growls.

" My brother deserved justice." I protest.

" He deserves to die painfully!" Shawn screams.

" He is a fucking rapist!" Enrique screams.

" HE IS NOT! Stop calling him that." I roar.

" Sean Romano is a fucking rapist. He raped my sister, broke her soul and you pushed her beyond her limits of sanity, your family is fucking sick." he screams.

" Shawn." I storm towards him, clenching my fists just preparing myself to beat the shit out of him when Enrique blocks my way.

He holds my angry stare, in a challenge. I glare at him back, not stepping down for a moment.

" Shawn, remember the porn website you told me about. The videos we were fighting to be taken down, put them on. Let Mr. All Mighty see his deeds." Enrique mutters, his voice low and deadly.

Shawn fishes out a USB from his pocket, walking up to my television before he connects the USB to it.

" I'm not falling for your filthy tricks." I mumble as Enrique smiles.

" You will. I just pray you have enough strength to deal with your own self after watching this." he growls, stepping back.

" We're leaving. Have a good day, Mr. Romano and don't worry about Sage. Her brother and I will find her." Enrique smiles.

" Burn in hell, motherfucker." Shawn growls. Enrique dusts my shoulder before he opens the door for Shawn and walks out with him.

My guard steps in a moment later, looking at me in fear. He knew he fucked up by sending them in.

" If I see them in here ever again, you're dead." I growl, pointing at him.

" Go, find Lawrence. Send him in and- Hello? Are you listening?" I wave my hands at his silence.

He doesn't nod or even look at me. He was staring behind me, his mouth wide open and horror settling in his eyes. I pinch my eyebrows together, following his gaze to the television.

My heart beat drops, breath freezes, and blood pounds into my ears as I make out the familiar faces on the screen.

Oh fuck!