Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Veward P.O.V

I hate it when someone even looked at Marie, it was an unknown feeling which I had discovered just recently. Liam wasn't a piece of good news, I had a feeling in my gut. He was up to something big and I certainly didn't want that idiot near her.

We rushed out of the house and hopped in Bre's car. It would be of great help having a real witness against that blue-eyed. He was the only person who had met him once. We had to save him at all costs.

"How are we going to find him?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt.

"Through his phone number of course." Bre winked and passed me his iPad. I smirked in return, getting his point.

Of course, I could track his location with the help of his phone number and we could easily find him. I knew how to track and hack, it was something I learned for fun. Who knew it would be of use one day?

"Come on! Hurry up! We don't have time." Bre said, driving at the fastest speed possible.

We passed through the highway and entered the city. It was not so crowded because of the night hours. Our car was flying on the road. Well, not really flying, the thing was we are at too much speed. I was moving my hand on the iPad, trying my very best to do it in the least time possible.

"Veward????" He called my name anxiously.

"Hold on..." I said, keeping my focus on the task ahead of me.

Of course, it was a pretty serious thing. That killer was not an ordinary person, he killed John along with Marie's bodyguards. Three more innocent people had died.

Foremost, I was afraid for Marie. I would never allow anyone to hurt her. I felt my heart numb only on the thought of her being in danger. She was a precious pearl to me and I couldn't imagine losing her, not at any cost.

"Got it!" I yelled and Bre suddenly pushed the brakes, causing our car to halt with a jerk.

"Where?" He asked impatiently.

"It's showing an odd place." I said, zooming on the location.

He stared at the location map for a moment before reviving the engine. He drove at the fastest speed possible like a racer and exactly in 5 minutes, we reached there. The normal drive probably took 15 minutes but we had our Brett John here. So, it was a piece of a tire.

We parked our car two blocks away from the exact location. It was dark and that place was hiding in it. We passed through the trees towards the old-looking one-room cabin which was not so big. There was no one around the cabin like some sort of guards, nothing, not even a dog.

"Why here is no dog?" I asked in a whisper. He stopped dead in his track and looked at me like I am crazy.

"Why would be a dog here? Hell, why you want a dog here, idiot?! If you're planning on kidnapping their dog then they don't have a dog but don't worry I'll buy you one when we will go back after rescuing that guy, okay? Now be a good boy and follow me!" While Bre delivered his speech, I had one thing in my mind; he was damn angry.

"But..."

"Sshh..." He started to walk ahead of me, leaving me behind to really follow him.

"I don't want a dog. It's just these kinds of people usually have dogs with them." I muttered under my breath before following him.

We stopped in front of the hut. The main door had some junk stuff around it and was all surrounded by bicycle tires, some plastic pipes, and wooden sticks. We slowly went towards the backside of it, carefully, without making any kind of noise. We even grabbed those wooden sticks on the way, for safety measures.

We were acting like cops and something like secret agents. Yeah, secret agents of Miss Marietta Amino. I chuckled at my thought. When Bre glared at me and I mumbled 'sorry'.

This place was not-so-big, it was more like a little one-room hut. On the backside, there was a window with broken glass. We could easily saw inside it. We stitched on both sides of the window and carefully looked inside.

The inside view was even worse, dirt and webs of spiders were everywhere. The only light was a yellow light bulb that was hanging in the middle and moving, making this place looked more horrible. The rest of the area was hidden in black.

Antonio was unconsciously lying on the floor, under the only source of light. He was unconscious but his whole body was badly trembling.

There were almost six people in total. They all were wearing masks and hoodies and in addition to that, they had guns. One of them bent down and pointed a gun at Antonio's head. Bre looked at me and nodded with a smirk.

"This is not going to be a fair match," I smirked.

We trudged towards the front of that little hut and smashed the door with a loud thud. Bre threw the wooden stick on that guy's hand who was about to fix his gun's bullet on Antonio's head. Gun fell from his hand.

All head angled towards us!

"Catch them!" That gun guy ordered his puppets. As if, it was a piece of cake to catch Bre and Veward.

Bre and I passed a grin to each other. "Let's teach them something useful." Bre said, cracking his knuckles.

They were six and we two. But had you ever heard about 1 plus 1 equal to 11?

Two guys came towards me. One tried to punch on the right side of my beautiful face but I dodged left, blocking his punch, I hit with the wooden stick on his head. He groaned in pain and fell on the floor while the second one succeeded in knocking something on my head.

Ouch! You dimwit!

I whirled around and hit his face with the stick, in a split second, red liquor came out of his nose as he fell on the floor, groaning and cursing in pain.

Bre was handling three puppets at a time alone. He was beating them like they were his personal punching bags. One tried to punch him but Bre grabbed his hand and passed a super punch on his face. He fell on the floor, groaning in pain.

Then Bre passed a punch to number three right on his nose. He cursed him and tried to punch back but Bre took the chance and passed side hard jab on his neck, causing him to go unconscious.

I was watching the whole show as a live boxing match. Number two tried to attack him from the back with a gun. I called him loudly and he turned and caught his hand. He was trying to point on Bre and Bre was trying to point on him. They both were showing equal power. But we didn't have time to waste.

I trudged towards them and hit on number two head with the wooden stick and it broke on his head. Bre looked at me and I shrugged. It was a wooden stick after all. While he collapsed on the floor. We looked at that guy only for a moment and ran towards Antonio.

"He's still breathing but his heartbeat rate is really slow." I said, checking his pulse. He had a head injury and his face was covered in blood.

"Shit! We missed one. He ran away." Bre cursed.

"We would have to take him to the hospital as soon as possible." I said to Bre and he nodded.

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We were sitting on the bench in front of the ICU and impatiently waiting for the doctor to come out and tell us something. Bre delivered the message secretly to the cops that some thugs were waiting for them at an old hut.

When cops reached there, they only found two dead bodies. We didn't kill anyone, we just injured them but two of them were found dead. Someone killed them after we left.

The media got the tip and they exploded the 'breaking news' telling that they were professional kidnappers. Cops were finding them for so long. But their fighting techniques were not like professionals. And here, answers got to an end and questions began.

"Veward, who is he? He is so badly injured and has lost so much blood." Dr. Walton said when he came out of the ICU.

"Don't ask. Just consider he's really important to us. You have to save him." I said.

"It would be a miracle if he recovers. There are 97% chances that he might end up in a coma. He has a serious head injury." Dr. Walton reasoned and we both sighed.

"We need some formality papers to fill. Do you know him?" He asked. Bre and I looked at each other.

"Yes, he is our friend. I'll do the formality work." Bre said and left with Dr. Walton.

I leaned my head on the wall and deeply exhaled. That person was one step ahead of us. We had to do something soon before it got too late to even weep.

"We have to arrange security for him. I am sure they will try to silence him." Bre said, peeking inside the room and turned towards me.

"I'll arrange the security," I said.

"Marie is calling me. You should call her and tell her everything." Bre said.

"She is calling you, not me. So you should tell her." I shrugged. He shook his head in return, clearly disappointed.

Remembering what happened a few hours ago. I didn't even clear why was I mad at her? When it was clearly not her fault. Liam was the one bumping and touching her but technically he was saving her from falling. I groaned and stood up to do some work.

We shifted Antonio to the V.I.P room and I arranged the best security for him. It was already midnight when we came back to the Amino mansion, the whole mansion was in sleep. We didn't bother to disturb Marie's sleep. But I know her so excusing myself I trudged towards her room.

I slowly opened the door without making a noise and there she was on the bed. She was on the right side of the bed in a sitting position while her head was resting on the headboard and legs dangling down the bed. Apparently, she was sleeping in a very uncomfortable position.

I took steady steps towards her, making sure not to disturb her sleep. I took the phone from her hand and took off her shoes. I shifted her on the bed and tucked the duvet over her, she snuggled deeper into it. The innocent and cute look on her face made my heart skip a beat. But before I could do anything stupid I instantly went to Bre's room.

"I'm going to stay with you tonight." I said to Bre after comfortably settling myself on his bed.

"No. I have self-respect. What if you do something with me during sleep? What will I do then?" He said in a girly tone while touching his chest with both hands.

"Idiot!" I choked a pillow on him which he jabbed easily.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, lying down on the bed while he picked his laptop and sat beside me.

"I'm going to searching the top best tattoo makers in the city." He replied while I mentally nodded.

"What about the ten on the top list which Marie gave us?" I asked, angling my head a bit to get a clear view of the laptop screen.

"There are not enough. We need a proper list including all legal and illegal tattoo makers." He said, pressing enter and turned to me.

"Get some sleep. We have a lot of work tomorrow to do. And we also have to buy a dog for you."

"I don't need a dog you dumbhead!" I picked the pillow and threw it at him, causing him to go in a fit of laughter.

"You're a living example of stupidness, Veward Richard."

"Haha, very funny, Brett John!"