Chapter 4

Malachi's POV:

When I heard my sweet boys cries, I immediately jumped out of my bed, threw on my clothes from earlier, ran out to the garage grabbing the first set of keys I saw and hopped into one of the cars. I called Soren and Saxon to meet me at the address my baby sent me. I pulled up to the building and jumped out of my car just has the guys were getting out of their car. I make my way up to the second floor and my eyes immediately fall to the huddled mass on the floor by an apartment door that isn't closed all the way. I drop to my knees and pull Lincoln onto my lap, trying to calm him down while the guys scope out his apartment "Shh sweetboy. You're okay I promise. Take some deep breaths for me baby. I got you. You're safe." I whisper to him as he slowly stops crying. I hear his phone going off and look at the name, Jack. A twinge of jealousy and possessiveness flows through me briefly before my sweet boy tells me "He's my best friend and mechanic. He had left some tools and parts needed for my bike in there. Some parts are missing and most were destroyed." I pass him his phone and he quietly answers his phone. A loud voice immediately blasts across the line asking him he was okay and  if he should come over. "Tell him he can come by my house in a hour. Pass me your phone when your done and I'll text him my address" I say calmly. He nods in response before finishing his conversation and hanging up I gently take his phone and text Jack my address before passing it back to my sweet boy. Trying to keep my temper under control, I hold my baby firmly to my body. I'm not sure how long we sat like that but a throat clearing caught my attention. 

"Capo è una perdita totale. Osservando l'appartamento, sembra che sia stato fatto da più di una persona. Anche tutte le minacce e le parolacce sui muri erano scritte con il sangue. E il gatto morto appeso al ventilatore a soffitto in camera da letto potrebbe essere il luogo da cui proveniva il sangue" (Boss it's a total loss. From looking around the apartment, it's looking like it was done by more than one person. Also all of the threats and foul words on the walls were written in blood. And the dead cat hanging from the ceiling fan in the bedroom might be where the blood came from) Soren finishes telling me with a sigh.

"Questi fottuti malati hanno pisciato e cagato su tutti i suoi vestiti, poi hanno coperto il suo letto con il loro sperma. Questo è personale, capo" (These sick fucks pissed and shit on all of his clothes then they covered his bed in their cum. This is personal, boss) Saxon tells me with a growl. I grunt out in response keeping all of my anger just under the surface for Lincolns sake.

"Chiedi ad alcune delle nostre persone di scattare foto di tutto e di prelevare campioni di tutti i fluidi corporei presenti" (Have some of our people come take pictures of everything as well as take samples of all the bodily fluids present) I tell Saxon before dismissing him and looking at Soren. 

"Trova il barista di stasera e tutti i suoi amici. Quindi portali nel seminterrato. Li voglio incatenati e imbavagliati finché non potrò affrontarli" (Find the bartender from tonight and all of his friends. Then bring them to the basement. I want them chained up and gagged until I can deal with them) I tell Soren 

"Oh, e chiedi alla nostra gente di abbattere il gatto dopo aver fotografato tutto" (Oh and have our people take the cat down after photographing everything) I shout over my my shoulder as I pick up my sweet boy and his bag before heading back to my car. 

Once in the car I feel my phone go off yet again. I see that it's one of the twins. I answer in my native tongue "Да. Что это такое?" (Yes. What is it?) I ask them.

"Ну, мы следили за твоей девушкой, и она все еще здесь, в клубе." (Well we've been keeping an eye on your girl and she's still here at the club) they say before I ask

"Почему она все еще там? Ее смена закончилась почти два часа назад" (Why is she still there? Her shift ended almost two hours ago?)

"Ну, ее грузовик разбили, и она в бешенстве. Вся ее усталость была порезана, окна разбиты, а кто-то написал «ТЫ МЕРТВАЯ СУКА» на водительской стороне." (Well her truck was vandalized and she's pissed. All of her tired were slashed, windows smashed and someone wrote 'YOU'RE DEAD BITCH' down the drivers side) they finish telling me.

I growl out in anger. No one threatens what's mine. 

"Я как раз за углом разбираюсь с другим инцидентом, который, вероятно, связан с этим. Оставайтесь на своих позициях. я уже в пути" (I'm just around the corner dealing with another incident that's probably tied to this one. Stay in your positions. I'm on my way) I say before hanging up on them. Stupid fuckers are about to get fucked up.

Poor Lincoln is partially out of it as I whip my all black Audi R8 Panther Edition into the lot of the club. It's not my most expensive car but it's one of my favorites for what I keep ay my penthouse. The car comes to a stop and I see my kitten isn't alone. In fact I recognize two out of the three people with my kitten. They're talking very animatedly with each other until the unknown woman nudges my kitten and nods her head in my direction. I step out of the car earning a surprise gasp  followed by "Boss" and "Malachi" being said at the same time. I smirk as the Bardo twins look questionably between us. My kitten doesn't think twice before jumping into my arms and clinging to me like a koala. I chuckle before noticing a less than happy Memphis Bardo glaring at me.