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Victor Austin - Ella's dad - captured Xaiden. Andrie - Xaiden's dad - goes to his place in search for him and found a body.

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Xaiden's POV.

The dark cloth was removed from my face and I squeezed my eyes shut. The bright light in the room making me go blind. The brightness to high to sting my eyes. The voices in the room were inaudible for me. My mind was numb and my breaths were faster. I shook my head trying to get back to my senses. I couldn't tell where I was. The surroundings were too blurred for me.

I tried to move my hands but they were tied up. I tried to move my legs and felt the solid thing burning in my legs. It felt like metal. The more I tried to free my feet, the more painful it gets. How I ended up here? How did I get caught? I was hiding well then how did they find me? This was not good. I knew I would be killed here. The stench of the blood could be smelled. No one knew the mafia world better than me. I was born, raised and trained in that world.

In this world, we never forgive our enemies. We kill them. It's the rule of our world. To kill or to be killed. There was no middle way. I was all trapped in a lion's den now. I knew I won't be able to leave this place alive

Cold water was splashed on my face and I winced. The wounds on my face itched as the water came in contact with them. My lips were bleeding as I could taste the blood in my mouth. I could feel a large scar on my right cheek and a deep bruise just above my left eye. My face, my body was aching badly. I winced as someone grabbed me by my face. He squeezed my face in my hand making me scream in pain. I could feel the blood dripping down my cheek. The scar on my right cheek was bleeding.

"Well, look what we got here?" I heard a deep voice. "The little prince of Emiliano Kingdom. Xaiden Emiliano." That person laughed an evil laugh.

I couldn't quite make it to whom that voice belonged to. My senses were still numb. I tried to open my eyes again, trying to adjust them to this blinding glare. I blinked my eyes three to four times to see a glaring light directed on my face. The light was so sharp and intense that my vision got blurred. It wasn't allowing me to see the person standing in front. 

"Who..." My voice cracked as I started to talk. I coughed, my throat parched. I needed water. I needed something liquid to drink. Something that would help my throat to ease up a bit.

"Give him water." I heard another voice. Yes, yes, I needed water. I opened my mouth but instead, another shot of cold water was splashed on me. I coughed. The injuries making me winced in pain.

I tried to pull my hands free but they were tied too tight. I shook my head again, trying my best to return to my complete senses. My heart was beating heavily and it felt like, it would drop dead any second. My body wasn't moving. There was almost no strength in my legs or hands. Every time I would try to move, it would hurt. My spleen was hurting really bad and whenever I would cough, every inch of my body would ache. They had hit me a lot. I was tortured and tormented by them for two days straight. I hadn't eaten anything for two days now. My energy was zero and I was barely trying to keep up with them.

"I..." I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. For the last two days of torture, they didn't let me speak a single word. My mouth was covered and all they would do was to beat me.

I didn't even know how they found me. I didn't even know how Ella would be doing. I didn't even know whether I'd be able to see her one more time or not. Maybe I did know the last one's answers. The answer was simple. It was never. Because I knew, I won't be leaving this place alive. I knew I won't be seeing her again.

"Why are you in America?" Someone asked me and I opened my mouth to speak. That person was standing in front of me but his face was in the dark. The sharp light was illuminating only my place while making the behind of it dark.

"Wa... Water, " my voice cracked and I coughed. I saw him moving his head through my blurry vision. A man came in front and placed a bottle of water against my mouth. I gulped it down in one breath. After drinking a bit of water, I could feel a little bit of strength to talk. Although my body was trained to survive without water and food, the beating they gave me, made it hard for me. I was trained to be a good fighter but I was outnumbered in front of a whole gang. I was losing from all sides.

"I... I want to talk to, " I paused trying to catch my breath. "Victor. Call Victor Austin. Your leader," I said still catching my last breaths.

"I'm here." I heard a familiar voice. I turned my head to the right and squeezed my eyes a bit, trying to see the figure standing there. He came closer, into the light, making his face a bit clear.

I opened my mouth but he cut me off. "Why would I listen to you? You are not in a position to request anything. You are under our mercy." His eyes glared in mine and then his lips turned up into a dangerous smile. "Mercy. What a strange word?" He came closer, that smile still on his lips. "Ah! I forgot. In our world, there is no such word." He smirked.

If there would have been some other person here in my place, a chill would have run down his spine making him already dead with fear. But this was not the case for me. I knew this all well. I knew the Mafia world too well to be scared. I grew up killing people, watching them getting tortured. I knew this word mercy was non-existent here. Everyone, each and every single person dies in the end. No mercy for anyone.

"How you found me?" I questioned. A punch was thrown at my face on it. Victor hit me hard on my face. I could taste blood clearly in my mouth. "I just told you. You are in no place for asking questions. We'll question. You'll only answer." He roared.

"So tell me! Why are you in America?" He grabbed me by my blood-stained collar.

"I think you know about it," I answered honestly. If he could know where I was hiding, he could know anything. I knew by now, he had my all information. His eyes glaring at me, ready to kill me, but he didn't say anything. He knew that I was right.

"Leave!" He ordered and my eyes widened. Was he saying me to leave? That can't be.

I heard the door being clicked and sensed the room was empty now. He was ordering his men. I was right. He let my collar go and bringing a chair in front of me, he sat down. I was tied up on the cold floor. My legs were chained up and my hands were tied on my back. The metallic chain was fixed in the corner of the room behind me.

"What's your relationship with my daughter?" His question caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting this. My heart sped up and deep fear started to build up in my chest. I wasn't afraid of dying, I wasn't afraid of getting killed. The only fear that I had was leaving Ella. I knew he was her father and he would never hurt her but the fact that he knew about us was not good. It'd end Ella in deep trouble too. The little freedom she got, it would be taken back. She would all be caged in now. This was wrong.

"What's your relationship with Ellen?" He barked at me demanding an answer. I didn't even know what to answer. Should I tell him the truth or the lie? Well, there was no lie in it. If I'd say I came to kill her, that won't be a lie. I did come here to kill her but got my fate twisted with hers. If I'd say, I love her. That won't be a lie too. I love her so much. She was the only light in my life, the only person who felt like mine.

"Why would you ask?" I decided to not reply with any answer yet.

"Don't play games with me!"

"I'm not playing any games with you. You are the one playing them." I provoked him. I knew it wasn't the best thing to do but I did. I wasn't taught to lose and especially not in front of my foes.

"I'll kill you." He threatened me. I knew he would do it. It wasn't a threat it was more like a fact.

"She'll get killed too," I said stating the truth. This was the only reason I came back. I wanted to protect her. This was the only reason why I wrote that letter to him. I wanted him to know of the upcoming danger. I knew if I'd say I came to save her, he'd never believe me. Who would ever believe it? Your own enemy was trying to save you? That's ridiculous. So the only way I could protect her was to threaten her, to tell her father that she'd be killed. It hurt just thinking about it but I knew, this way she'd be safe. I knew her father will hide her well. The only thing that mattered right now was her life.

"Shut up!" He got up and coming closer, he grabbed me by my neck. He grasped it while shooting glares at me. He tightened his hold around my neck making my breaths shortened. I couldn't breathe now. "I..." I tried to say something but couldn't do so. I started coughing and my body started to get numb. My hand trying to get free and to stop him but they were tied tightly. I was really at his mercy. A word that does not exist.

"El-"

"Don't you dare say my daughter's name from your dirty mouth. I'll kill you!" He growled still holding my neck. He rose me up by holding my neck and now my eyes were starting to roll back. I was short on breathing.

So this was really the way I was going to die. I imagined my death thousands of times in my head but I never thought it'd hurt this badly. I thought it wouldn't be that terrible. To die wasn't a fear of mine. It was never my weakness. It still wasn't. The only weakness I developed now was leaving her. She became my weakness. Leaving her in this world, imagining her cry, picturing her hurt. This was my biggest fear now.

My dad was right here. Love makes you weak. I never believed him but now, it seemed true. I never planned on loving. I never planned to fall for my enemy's daughter. I never planned any of this thing. The only thing I planned was to kill her and not to fall in love. I made my ambition to kill her and now I was getting killed. How strange was this love? We were fated to be each other's worst nightmares. We were destined to kill the other one day or another. This destiny of ours played a cruel game with us. These fates of ours got twisted in a disastrous way. It made us fall for each other hard.

She still had no idea who I was. I never told her and now, she would never know. Today, I'd be killed by the father of the person I fell in love with. Today, I'd be leaving her. I wished I could just see her one last time, hear her voice one last time. I wished I could hold her one last time in my arms and tell her how much I love her. I would whisper in her ear 'I love you, Ella. I love you my Ella. I love you, Ellen. I love you no matter who you are.' I would repeat those words again and again. Only if there was another time.

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