Leonardo's POV: (Unknown's POV)

"Did you kill him?" Chain nodded as he sprayed the truck clean.

"The impact should have killed him."

"Good. You can go after cleaning up. Oh wait. Help me deliver this letter. Express mail."

"Yes boss."

Walking up into my office, I couldn't hide the growing smirk on my face. Finally I've gotten my revenge. Now he'll suffer.

He'll see he beloved die in front of his very own eyes. His one and only beloved Matthew. Serves him right for reporting me in. That's called karma, bitch.

Hopefully that Matthew person really died or I'll make him my bitch before killing him slowly with my very own pair of hands.

I bet I'll enjoy that. I'll first fuck him into submission before cutting his heaf off and giving it to Dylan with a ribbon made out of his intestine. Imagine the pain he'll go through at the sight. Fucking orgasmic.

Damn, thinking of that excited me. Now I hope that the Matthew person did not die. This way, I can then have my fun.

Dylan's POV:

"How is he doc?!" The doctor finally came out after 4 hours in the operation roon with a solemn look on his face. No...he didn't die...right?

"I'm sorry but his condition isn't favourable to him. His suffering from a badly fractured rib, a punctured lung, a broken ribcage and a bad concussion and is currently in coma. I also have two more bad news. The concussion may cause him to lose his vision. Temporarily or permanent, for how long, we're not sure. The second bad news is...I'm sorry but he have lost the baby. I'm sorry for your loss." B-Baby?

"B-Baby?! He's pregnant?! How is that even possible? He's a guy!"

"But it is the fact Sir. He was one month pregnant. That may be the reason why it's not obvious." He was pregnant...he was carrying my child. Our child. I failed to protect them. It's all my fault. I killed my baby.

"When will he wake up?"

"We're not sure. We're not even sure if he'll make it through tonight. I'm sorry."

"Can we see him?"

"Yes. Two at a time."

"Thank you."

"No worries."

"Are you going to go in Dylan?" Emily spoke up as she place a hand on my shoulder.

"Can you bring Caydon in to see him first? I want to have some time alone with Matthew." She nodded understandingly before leaving me alone.

Making my way to the restroom, I dialed for Carlos as I leaned against the wall tiredly.

"What's up?"

"I need you to track someone down for me. Leonardo Lerwick."

"Why?"

"He sent someone to kill Matthew. I want to kill him."

"Is he alright?"

" A badly fractured rib, a punctured lung, a broken ribcage and a bad concussion, in coma, what do you think? I want him dead. I want him fucking dead! I want to fucking kill him with my own hands! I want to make him experience the pain he fucking put Matthew through! That fucker deserves to be dead! He deserves to be fucking dead! He killed our child! He fucking killed our child! Our unborn child!

Now I don't even know if Matthew can s-survive today...the doctor say that they don't know if he can survive through the night. I'm s-scared brother. I'm scared. I don't want to lose him. I love him brother. I love him. I don't want him to d-die. What should I do? I'm scared. I'm r-really scared brother." I broke down into tears as the fear of losing Matthew suffocated me. I can't lose Matthew. He's my everything.

"Calm down Dylan. Tell me where you are now."

"M-Mountsorrel Hospital. Level one, toilet."

"Stay there. I'll be there in 10."

Hanging up, I leaned back against the wall in defeat as all the adrenaline left my body.

Are birthdays supposed to be saddening? I thought they're supposed to be fun and joyous? Why must my first birthday with my loved one be so depressing? Why? What did I do to deserve this? What did Matthew and our unborn child do that they have to suffer?

What kind of fucking joyous occasion is today supposed to be?! I didn't get to propose to him, I didn't get to hear him say yes or no and now, I have to see him lying there lifelessly and learn that our unborn child is dead! We've lost our little miracle and I may still lose my largest one.

"Dylan?" I heard the door slam open, revealing a flustered looking Carlos.

"C-Carlos."

"Come here." He opened his arms as I ran into his embrace without hesitation like what I've always done when we were much younger.

"I'm scared Carlos. I'm scared. I don't want him to die." He wrapped his arms around my frame tightly in a comforting manner as I sobbed into his shirt.

"Shhhh...don't cry Dylan. Matthew wouldn't die. He loves you and Caydon too much to leave you two. He'll find a way to come back no matter how long it takes. Have faith in him. You love him and he loves you. That's all that matters. That will give him the strength and motivation to come back."

"You really think so?"

"Do you trust him?" I nodded slowly as he stroked my hair gently.

"Then that's enough. He'll be back soon. Okay, shall we go and see him now?" Nodding, we walked out together and into the room.

The sight shattered my heart immediately. So many machines and wires are hooked up to his frail body and almost everyway visible are bandaged up. He looks so fragile and vulnerable and even dead. The only thing that proves that he's alive is the beeping of the heart machine. How am I even going to tell him that he suffered a miscarriage? How can I tell him that?

Taking a seat beside him, I held his cold hand in mine as tears threatened to fall again. He feels so cold. Colder than the last time. Much colder...

"Matthew...I love you. I love you Matthew, please. Come back. Come back Matthew. You're my everything Matthew. I can't live without you. I want to make you my husband. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be the one to create special memories with you. I want to always be with you Matthew. Forever..."

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"Dylan! Press the emergency button! He's not breathing!"

"You two have to go out now." The doctor announced strictly as I stared at the scene horrified. What are they doing to my lover? Why is someone climbing over him? Are they trying to kill him? No....I can't let them do that.

"No!"

"You have to go out Sir."

"I fucking said no! Matthew! Matthew!" I rorared in anguish as Carlod dragged me away from Matthew and out of the room.

"Why did you drag me out?!"

"Do you want Matthew dead? They can't do anything for Matthew with us inside."

"But I d-don't want to leave him. That may be the last time I see him alive." He flatlined...He died...

"The doctors will revive him Dylan. They will. Matthew will not die. Understand?" Nodding slowly, I lay my head on his shoulder as I prayed for the best.

I prayed for Matthew to survive, for him to wake up and live his life and for the fucking pussy cat to feel all the pain he put Matthew through when I finally get to lay my hands on him.

Please survive Matthew.

Please........live on.

Leonardo= Leo (for short) = Lion = cat = pussy cat (cuz he's an asshole)