It was going on three weeks since heād last seen her. Three weeks since heād last seen her smile, and heard her breathe his name. Three entire weeks since heād known of her whereabouts. Three weeks since anyone had seen her alive, well and breathing.
Vincent had hardly slept, heād spent every minute looking at security footage, barking orders and working towards getting Lily home. They had a few different leads that he unfortunately fallen through. He knew who had taken his girl, they were just struggling to find out where she was, and why. He had his fair share of enemies in this city, and one of them had made his worst fear come true.
One of his people had recently gotten a tip that she had been taken to a warehouse just a few minutes outside of the city. At this point, Vincent had to have hope that she was still alive and well, and that they were looking for a person instead of just a body. It caused the man physical pain to think that she may have succumbed to any harm, because of him. Because someone who didnāt like him wanted intel on his business. Lily didnāt deserve any of it, and yet she had fallen victim.
It had taken a few days to form a plan of attack. Theyād narrowed in on the warehouse to storm, and gotten all of the people they needed, even each of Vinās sons were ready to help in case a war broke out. Each person had their orders: when and where they were supposed to be. Tonight would finally be the night that Lily was coming home, no matter what.
It was just after nine oāclock when they made their entrance, from any and every exit they could find. Vincent had the pleasure of shooting down not one, but two guards: one by a fatal shot to the abdomen, and the other guy getting it square in between the eyes. The man had trained for moments like these his entire life, and wasnāt going to show a single drop of mercy, until he found his bride safe, and alive. If he had had things his way, not a single life would be left. It felt like they were checking rooms for hours, clearing the building starting from the basement and working up. Apart from a few guards, there had been no sign of Liliana, which only fed the fury growing within Vincent.
Shots could be heard from the opposite side of the building, along with screaming and shouting. No one was safe, not even his own men. But each of their lives were sacrifices he was willing to make to get Lily back home. Vin had been on the second floor when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He kept his stride while answering it, not saying anything, but expecting to be spoken too.
āTop floor, south, last room on the right,ā his son Mathias says, out of breath completely. With this information, he hangs up the phone, and sprints to the nearest staircase, moving faster than he had in years. He knew nothing of the state she was in, nor if she was even up there. The man just had to hope that she had been found, he didnāt know how much longer he could take of this.
Within minutes, he finds himself heading down the hallway, his vision becoming blurred as he got closer and closer to the door. It didnāt feel real, he couldnāt even think about anything, other than holding her again, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath him, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He had a bunch of things he wanted to say and do, but the only goal he had in the moment was to get to her.
As he arrives in the doorway, heās left without air to breathe, eyes immediately landing on Lily, watching as Mathias and another one of his soldiers worked on getting her ankles out of restraints. Vincent wastes literally zero time, going to her side and falling at her knees.
āBaby, are you alright?ā He asks, hands frantically going over her body to make sure she had no fresh wounds that needed to be tended to. Even so, she wasnāt in good shape. He saw the bruising and dried blood, causing numerous different emotions to soar through the man. Of course, he was angry. But he was saddened to see the woman he loved in this condition. Seeing her in this amount of pain, knowing he couldnāt do anything about it just hurt him in a way he couldnāt describe.
Vin leans forward, resting his forehead against hers and letting out a deep sigh of relief. Lily was alive, and he could finally take her home.
