The Mafia Princess and Her Possessive Men

Chapter Ten... Unexpected Explosion

*Jade POV*

My father opened his mouth to begin his story when a phone on his desk began to ring. Everyone's attention snapped to the incessant ringing. My father struggled to get up and once he was up, he grabbed the phone and answered it. He placed it on speakerphone and set it down. Uncle Tommy hit record on his phone and we waited. I tensed when I noticed it was Bryson's phone.

"Bryson, son, did you and Caine kill Kingston's daughter? We need to finish up my plan before they are none the wiser. They will regret killing my step-brother." says the voice on the other end.

Goosebumps cover my skin and the room instantly cools to freezing.

"Hello? What the fûck, Bryson?" says the voice angrily.

"They were unsuccessful in killing my daughter and once I find you, I will fûcking kill you with my bare hands." My father snarls viciously.

"Kingston? Impressive. Your reputation succeeds you," says the voice with a hint of sarcasm, "Why the fûck do you have my son's phone? If you have laid a hand on him or Caine, I will do worse to you and that family of yours than my step-brother ever could."

My father gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. "We would like to see you try motherfûcker. My son is not alone in this. He has the whole family to help." My grandfather, Landon spits out harshly.

"Landon Kingston? Well, have my ears deceived me? I haven't heard your voice in many years. You know I have to thank your father for that drûg he put out, it does wonders when you need to make someone, I don't know, perhaps a young woman or man change their mind." He chuckles darkly.

"I destroyed that drûg. No one deserves to go through that. Craig and Frank may have tried but we stopped them and destroyed everything on that drûg. Wait... what the fûck do you mean you haven't heard my voice in many years? Who the fûck is this?" My grandfather gritted out.

"Ahh... well to answer that is my step-brother sent me a sample, so no, you didn't destroy all of it. We must not forget the times you were given it. Tut tut. It must have fûcked with your memory as well. Can you imagine Landon? Or perhaps your son and his now wife being drûgged and forced to enjoy my step-brother and his obsession with the two of them," he says dangerously low, "You remember that right Anders, you begged him for more. Isn't that right "Little King"?" He says smugly.

My father's face pales and I see him bend over and dry heave into the garbage can, while my mother who is shaking, tries to calm him down while rubbing up and down his back with tears running down her face.

"ENOUGH," Uncle Tommy yells angrily, "You will be killed sooner rather than later if you don't shut that goddâmn mouth of yours."

"Hmmm... I can almost taste my victory. You don't know who I am or what connections I have. I know everything about your family history. I will get revenge for my step-brother and the one woman I loved more than life itself, I loved her even more than my current wife. No one can replace the one woman you took away from me. Your time is coming, I hope you are prepared for the devastation I will cause to your whole family. " He chuckles darkly and towards the end his voice turns cold, and then the phone is disconnected.

"Uncle Tommy, please have Denson go over that and then give him the number that just called." I snapped out viciously. I didn't know what came over me, but no one was going to fûck with my family.

Uncle Tommy turned off his phone and the recording and then reached for Bryson's phone. BOOM! There was a loud and unexpected echoing boom in the air. Everything was a blur. Her ears were ringing from the blast that just occurred. The aftermath of the explosion from Bryson's phone was a scene of utter catastrophe. My whole body was thrown against the wall.

I gasped sharply and blinked my eyes several times when I noticed my family were thrown all over the room and unconscious. The rubble and debris were scattered everywhere. I tried to crawl to them but excruciating pain engulfed me. The pain shot up her whole body like a wildfire spreading. She cringed inwardly. Without any warning, the pain exploded in her head with a blinding whiteness. It made her dizzy and made her weak. The pain she felt was like millions of needles being dipped in alcohol and had been jammed through her skin like her arm had been replaced with ice and electricity wired straight into her spine.

Black dots filled her vision rapidly and within seconds the blackness consumed her and then there was nothing but silence.

*Caine POV*

*Ring*

*Ring*

I looked down at the phone and cringed inwardly. Bryson's father. I answered the phone and waited.

"Caine. Where the fûck is my son and why in God's name did Kingston have it?" he seethed viciously.

"We had her and she escaped, sir," I said roughly.

"You let that bîtch overpower you? You disappoint me, Caine. It doesn't matter anymore anyway. I took care of them all. You both failed your mission." Bryson's father said with annoyance.

"W-What do you mean you took care of them all?" I forced out. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I set the bomb off that I hid in Bryson's phone. They were all together. You both can come home. I will figure out a different way to finish my plan." he says dangerously low and with that, he disconnects the call.

Our princess was... gone? I felt something wet fall on my clenched fist. I lifted my other hand and touched my face. I was... crying?

I gulped loudly and looked over at Bryson. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't even hear the phone.

"Bryson," I said roughly. He didn't pay me any mind. "BRYSON. GODDÂMMIT. LOOK AT ME. YOUR FATHER KILLED HER AND HER FAMILY. WE HAVE TO GO BACK HOME." I yelled angrily, but I wasn't angry, I was losing my shît. I felt my insides clenching and my heart felt like someone was squeezing it with excruciating force.

Bryson's eyes snapped up with such force I swear I could feel whiplash. "What the fûck did you just say?" he growled angrily. "She's gone... Bry. She's gone." I whispered roughly as I collapsed to my knees, "She's gone."

Bryson rushed over to me and embraced me tightly. "Bro, that can't be true. We... have to go see for ourselves," he said with a pained voice. "Are you fûcking crazy in the head man? The moment they see us they will kill us." I said sternly but then realized what I said. If Bryson's father killed them all, then no one could stop us from seeing the truth for ourselves.

I was angry she escaped us, but that didn't matter anymore. If our princess was gone, then nothing else matters. If there was a chance she was still alive then we had to help her.