Can you help me in improvising this chapter guyzz.. I was lately so indulged in completing CAGED, I forgot the flow of this book. I wrote this chapter but I am not satisfied ☹️

The air was thick with deadly silence as Vincent lounged on the leather sofa, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

Ares and haven stood in hall surrounded by the men who were pointing their guns at them. Though Ares had his gun out already pointing at Vincent as he shielded Haven from his view.

Vincent's eyes darken on seeing his wife being in another man's embrace.

He will punish her later on. He thought.

He flicked lazily to one of his guards.

"Bring it in," he ordered casually, leaning back as though he were about to enjoy a show.

Moments later, two masked men returned, dragging in a large plastic bag. The smell hit first—burnt flesh, heavy and nauseating. When the guard ripped it open, two burnt bodies rolled out onto the cold floor.

Haven's scream tore through the silence, raw and trembling. She shrank back, her body pressing against Ares as though his frame could shield her from the horror. Ares tensed, his jaw tight, his arm tightening protectively around her.

"Aww, Eva don't be scared, they are just your brothers, I mean were your brothers since they are dead now" Vincent chuckled as he kept his legs on the centre table sitting comfortably like a king.

"Noo" Haven tried to run towards the dead bodies but Ares pulled her back as he whispered in her ears. "Trust your brothers and don't move or do anything reckless"

Listening to Ares words, she tried calming herself down and stayed back, still trembling from the sight.

Vincent's was enraged at the sight. The way she clung to Ares. "Maveric," he drawled, "bring her here."

Maveric moved, approaching Haven, his steps slow, deliberate. But before his hand could even graze her, Ares's fingers snapped around his throat, lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. Maveric's eyes bulged as he struggled, gasping for breath.

Vincent's jaw tightened. "Get him off," he barked, signaling the guards.

Soon couple of more guards latched on Ares as they tried to get a hold of Ares but it was next to impossible.

It took fifteen men to finally tear Ares away, but not before he'd thrown Maveric hard enough to crash onto the floor, leaving him gasping and broken.

Haven trembled, her hands clutching at Ares until Sebastian stepped forward. With a sneer, he grabbed her arm and yanked her away. "A good wife doesn't run into another man's embrace, Right, sister-in-law?"

Sebastien was about to shove Haven toward Vincent, but before he could do so, a gunshot echoed through the room. Blood splattered onto Haven, making her gasp as she turned to see Sebastien clutching his arm, a bullet wound tearing through it.

Gabriel stood, smoke still curling from the barrel of his gun. "Try touching her again," Michael hissed, stepping forward with cold fire in his eyes. "And my brother won't just shoot your arm... he'd rip it apart."

Haven's heart pounded as she ran, seeking refuge. She fell into Izrael's arms, her body trembling. He held her close, his hand cradling the back of her head. "Shh, sorellina," he whispered, caressing her hair. "Calm down. Don't cry. Your brothers are here."

Tears spilled down Haven's cheeks as she pointed toward the bloodied figure lying motionless on the floor.

Izrael cupped her face, gently wiping her tears away. His dark eyes held hers. "Don't worry, Haven," he promised. "Nothing can harm your brothers."

Haven swallowed hard but nodded, trusting them.

Vincent's irritation simmered beneath his skin. "What the fuck are you all doing? Get them!" he barked to his guards. One approached cautiously, but as soon as his hand reached out, Michael's knife sliced through the air and embedded itself deep into the guard's forehead.

The man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining guards froze, fear shimmering in their eyes.

Michael tilted his head and chuckled, his voice a dark melody. Michael's gaze swept over the trembling guards. "What kind of men are these, Vincent? Armed but shaking in fear?". What sort of men do you hire, Vicious? Cowards?"

Vincent looked at him surprised but then laughed hard.

"Stefano huh... you managed to fool us too" Vincent clapped. His laughter was sharp, brittle. "You think you've won?"

"Look around yourself.. doesn't this takes you back 17 years later where you were attacked the same way and I took everything from you. Tonight history would repeat itself again... Romanovs and this time too i would take everything from you... including your little sister" Vincent smirked as he stared at her.

Gaberiel tilted his head, his smile slow and dangerous. "You are increasing the list of tortures for yourself Vincent. You stil have time apologize."

Vincent just laughed ignoring his words. His focus falling back on Haven"Be a good wife, Eva," he taunted "Come to your husband."

Haven shook her head. "No."

Vincent's eyes narrowed. "No? Fine."

Vincent signalled one of his man as he nodded and then another guard stepped forward, dragging another body, bruised and bloodied, and threw it at Vincent's feet. Vincent's gun rose, pressing against Aezvan's temple.

"Aezy," Haven gasped, her voice breaking as she recognized her brother. She tried to dart forward, but Izrael's arm tightened around her, holding her back.

"No, Haven," he said, his voice low. "Not now."

"Please," she sobbed, struggling. "Please, Iz. Let me go to him. He'll kill Aezy. Please."

Vincent chuckled darkly. "Wifey, you should be begging me, not your brother."

Haven's gaze shot to Vincent, filled with desperation. "You promised," she cried out. "You said you'd save him. You promised me! Your words, your love, it was all a lie. I hate myself for ever falling for a disgusting, lying man like you!"

Vincent's face twisted in rage. He fired three bullets furiously, each one embedding itself into the ground near Aezvan, causing Haven to flinch and cry out.

Red with fury, Vincent stepped closer. "I won't kill him," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But only if you follow my command."

Haven's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking. Her eyes, red from crying, stared at him in defiance and fear.

"Kneel," Vincent ordered, his voice slicing through the air. "And crawl to me."

He smirked, savoring the power.

The room went silent, the tension wrapping around them like a vice.

"Hold your weapons out, guys." Vincent ordered.

On his command, the guards raised their guns, aiming them at the Sinister brothers.

Vincent's voice was cold.

"I'll count down from five. If you don't kneel and crawl to me, I'll send a bullet through his skull. And my men will kill your brothers."

Haven shivered, her body trembling in fear. She couldn't lose them—her family, the ones who genuinely loved and protected her.

"Come on, my love, I'm waiting. Kneel, wifey."

"5..."

Her heart pounded.

"4..."

Tears burned in her eyes.

"3..."

Before he could say the next word, a gunshot rang out. Vincent cried in agony, clutching his lap as blood soaked through his pants.

Haven gasped, eyes wide as one of the masked men removed his mask.

"Sorry, Luce, but this bitch crossed his limits." It was Rafael.

"I don't mind. Was about to do the same" The second masked man revealed himself, and Haven let out a breath of relief. Lucifer.

Her brothers were safe.

Vincent collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. Rafael approached and kicked him hard, sending him sprawling.

Rafael's lips curled into a mocking sneer. "Kneel, huh, bitch? Who do you think my sister is? Your fucking pet to follow you around?" He kicked Vincent's stomach, the force making him choke on his own pain.

A swarm of men flooded the room, surrounding Vincent's guards, who suddenly looked far less sure of themselves. But Vincent, despite the blood and pain, only smirked like a madman.

Lucifer approached, his presence cold and deadly. He crouched, his hand tangling in Vincent's hair, forcing him to look up.

"You and your pathetic family should have learned to walk with time," Lucifer hissed. "You thought we were still as vulnerable as we were seventeen years ago? You thought you could attack again, and we wouldn't know? What a fool you are, Vicious. And your stupid brothers... brainless cowards."

Vincent groaned, blood dripping from his lip as he struggled beneath Lucifer's grip. The room fell silent, the Sinister brothers standing tall, their rage simmering beneath their skin, ready to explode.

The tables had turned.

Vincent only smirked, his eyes glinting with madness. "You think this is over?"

Lucifer shoved him away with disgust. "It is for you."

Seeing their leader's downfall, Vincent's men trembled.

Izrael stepped forward, his eyes glinting with cold malice. "Run while you still have legs to carry you," he hissed, his voice low and lethal. "Or stay... and find out why they call us the Sinisters. Test your luck if you dare."

The words echoed like a death sentence. The guards froze, terror flashing across their faces as the weight of Izrael's threat settled over them. And then, chaos. The first man bolted, followed by another, their footsteps thunderous against the cold stone floor as they scrambled for an escape. Fear swallowed them whole, the vision of their fallen leader searing in their minds.

Gabriel chuckled, stepping lazily into the middle of the room. He turned to his men, his smirk a shadow of darkness and death. "Gentlemen," he drawled, his tone silky and deadly, "it's hunting season. Don't let a single one leave breathing."

There was no hesitation. His men exchanged sharp glances, their eyes burning with a shared hunger. They moved, silent and sure, shadows with a singular purpose. Gabriel's gaze followed them, satisfaction curling at the edge of his lips.

Ares stretched, stepping forward to stand beside Lucifer and Rafael, his eyes cold and unreadable.

"Ares, take Aezvan to the infirmary and take Haven along with you," Lucifer ordered.

Ares nodded silently. Izrael released Haven's hand, his expression guarded. "Go."

Rafael stood tall, his presence commanding. Haven rushed into his arms, her body shaking as she sobbed, "I'm so happy you're safe."

Rafael stroked her hair gently. "Don't cry, sorella. We're Sinisters. Nothing can harm us."

Lucifer shoved Vincent aside with disgust and walked over to Haven, his arms opening for her. She embraced him tightly, finding comfort in his strength.

"Be with Ares," Lucifer murmured against her hair. "And don't worry about anything. We'll take care of it."

Haven nodded, her trust implicit.

Ares stepped forward, his stoic presence solid as ever. He gently lifted Aezvan's weakened body, cradling him in his arms. Haven followed closely, her eyes flickering with worry.

With a silent command, a few guards followed them, ensuring their safety. The corridor echoed with their retreating footsteps, leaving the storm of vengeance behind.