Blake's POV:

The ride is surrounded by huge trees, blocking the bright sunlight. The road is empty, there's no sign of life visible. I floor the acceleration as the video of my dad tied to a chair with bruises and blood covering his body keeps playing in the back of my mind. My blood boils with every passing second. I am going to kill this bastard today.

I keep going further and soon an old abandoned warehouse comes into vision. Three guards are standing at the entrance. I park the car a little far and open the glove box and grab another gun and reload it before adding a silencer on the barrel. Ready with two guns, I get out of the car and stomp towards the entrance with one gun in my right hand and one at my back.

Taking a cover behind a huge tree I shoot all the three guys one after another. Their lifeless body falls on to the ground. I walk towards the entrance and some guards come running at me. I shoot a few of them, but they seem to be never-ending. My gun runs out of bullets, I throw it on the floor and move on with the fistfight. A guard comes at me with his balled fist in full force. I grab his fist, punch him in his stomach and kick his leg which makes him lose his balance. Another guy comes with an iron rod in his hand. I dodge him and grab the rod with one hand and kick him in the stomach with another. I turn the rod clockwise which loosens his grip on the rod and taking advantage, I jerk away the rod from his hand. I beat every other guy with the iron rod.

My vision is blurry, the only thing which I can see right now is the video which I saw before. Nobody has ever dared to threaten my family let alone kidnapping and torturing my dad. I see a blur vision of more few men coming at me, I pull out my gun from my back and start shooting while heading inside.

"Ahh.." I scream in pain as a bullet brush past my left arm and I fall on my knee. I look behind at the owner of the gun and shoot him right between his forehead in pure rage.

I grab my left arm which is bleeding profusely. Standing up with all force I force myself to walk towards the metal door. The rusty old metal lock clink opens as I pull the trigger at it. I kick the door with full force and open it. Bursting into the room I see the back of a person tied to a chair, my dad I guess. The room smells of rotten blood. The room would have been completely dark if not for the window which lets few rays of the sun penetrate this grunge room. I walk deeper into the room with full alertness.
He can't be letting me get my dad so easily, can he?

I move more closer to the chair with a heavy heart. If something happens to my dad, then I swear to make his life worse than hell. With courage, I walk more closely to get a look at him. My hands turn into a fist and my jaw clenches. My blood runs cold, my body freezes and a tear escapes my eye as I look at my lifeless dad. His face is drenched with blood with no eyes. He plucked out my dad's eye and left only one finger in his hand, a middle one. His head is resting on his left shoulder showing strangulated marks on his neck. Two knives are shoved into each thigh and a strange envelope painted with blood is on his lap.
I rip it open and find a paper and a  photograph.
It's a picture of my dad, me, and my mom with a red cross on my mom and dad's face. I look at the paper which says,

"NEXT IS YOU, BUT YOU WON'T GET SUCH AN EASY DEATH."

My phone rings and I look at the caller. It's him.

"You son of a bitch. I will hunt you down and will give you the most painful death, just you wait."

"Hahahahaha, you can never do that Blake. Let's not talk about impossible now okay. Isn't your dad looking amazing?"

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole. Remember my words, you will die in the most painful way someone has ever experienced." I yell on top of my lungs.

"That's impossible, now don't waste your time in finding me. Go save Melissa instead. And yeah one more thing..." He pauses for a second

"She is soon going to be mine." He continues and laughs sinisterly before disconnecting the call.

I call Samuel and order him to come here and take care of the bodies and my dad's corpse. Leaving everything to him I drive or more like fly my car back to my house.

I get out of the car and look at guards stabbed to death at the entrance. More and more bodies come into my view, some of the guards and some of the workers, as I walk towards my room. The furniture is broken, the floor is covered with shards of glass. Few bruised and fainted guards are lying on the floor. I run towards my room and burst open the door.

My stomach turns into knots, my knuckles turn white as I walk more closely to my love's body which is lying on the floor. With heavy steps I walk in closer to her, with only one thing going on in my mind, 'she can't die please.'

My inner self begs and begs for her to be alive. I crouch beside her sigh in relief as I look at her stomach moving up and down slowly. I turn her face towards me and gasp in horror. Her neck is covered with hickeys and bruises.
It's his doing again. He first killed my dad and now assaulted My Love. He has crossed his limits, my body fumes with anger, I grit my teeth as I ball my fist and punch the floor.
I pick her up bridal style with my wounded hands and place her gently on the bed and call the doctor. The pain in my hand feels nothing compared to my heart pain. My heart sinks more and more as I look at the markings he left on my girl's beautiful neck.

"What the fuck happened here? Where the hell is Andrew?" I scream mentally.
Opening the first-aid box, I take out the gauze and wrap it around my arm to stop bleeding before applying the anti-septic. There's no time for suturing now, I have to find what happened here.

I walk out of the room and run to the security room. Two corpses of guards lie on the floor and two on the chair.
I go through the surveillance records but to no avail. Everything is wiped out already. I scan all the six monitors and try to locate Andrew.

"There he is," I say as I locate him on the first floor.

I look at his unconscious self with no pity. He was supposed to safeguard Melissa and not to get a stab at the stomach instead. His hands clutching onto his stomach, his hands and clothes are covered in blood. His face is pale, his hands are cold from all the blood loss.

My phone rings, I pick up the call and tell the doctor to come to the first floor.
Seeing the severity of the situation, I tell him to tender Andrew's wound first and then check up on Melissa.

The doctor and I both carry Andrew to his room which also happens to be on the same floor. He tends to his wound and adds an IV line to feed him with fluids.
He and I walk to my room, he checks Melissa. I look at his trembling hands as he auscultates her.

"Do it right doc," I order him, as I stand beside him with my hands folded at my chest.

"Yes, s-sir." He stutters.

"She is fine although I will put her on IV line for additional fluids. She is traumatized, so it's better to let her have a complete rest and once she wakes up give me a call, I will have to check her again once she regains consciousness." He says while injecting a needle on the back of her right hand.

I stare at him throughout the process and once he is done, he prescribes some meds.

"Doc treats the wounds of my guards which are wounded and unconscious before leaving," I ask him, but it sounds more like an order though.

"Okay, Sir." He says before leaving the room.

"I am sorry, My Love," I whisper as I stroke her head gently and kiss her on the forehead. I hold her left hand and sit beside her for some time.
I look at her beautiful face, but then again the marks on her neck infuriate me every time I look at them.

I dial that bastard's number but it's switched off. I place her hand gently on her side and walk out of the room.
Placing back and forth in the corridor, I dial Samuel's number.

"Yes sir." He says.

"Did you all take care of everything?" I ask.

"Yes sir. We have buried the bodies and Remy is doing the forensic work at the site. And sir about boss...?"

"Take dad's body to his house and get him buried beside mom. Let Jack do this work and you come back here with some guys." I say with a stern voice but my eyes are filled with tears.
I cannot leave Melissa alone for a second now. What's gone is gone, now I cannot lose her too, she and Andrew is my only family left.

"Okay, Sir." He replies and I disconnect the call.

Meanwhile, I wait for Samuel, the doctor treats my arm and sutures it before wrapping it with clean gauze.

Soon Samuel comes along with other guys and I order him to take all the wounded guards whom doc has treated, to the basement.

"Okay, Sir." He answers.

"And listen, take Andrew and tie him to the chair in the last room," I say sternly, directly looking into his eye.

He looks taken aback for a second before he nods and tells,

"O-okay sir." He stutters in disbelief.

I paid these people to safeguard Melissa and this is how they repay me. They need to be taught a good lesson before dying.

And Andrew, I trusted him blindly with Melissa's safety and this is how he guarded her. I am most disappointed in him. He also needs to learn the lesson. It's because they all have been slacking off. I have been too gentle on them. Now it's the time to show them, who I am. They all have forgotten the Gruesome Blake. I punish all the twelve guys who were unlucky to be alive. Death would have been easy for them than the cruel torture which I am about to give them. I torture all of them without any mercy and then walk to the room in which Andrew is kept.

Andrew's POV:

The creaking of the door brings me out of my deep slumber. My body aches and with squinted eyes, I look at my hands which are tied to a chair. I feel sharp irradiating pain in my abdomen. I can hear slow footsteps approaching near me. A familiar pair of shoes comes into my view. I look up to see Blake holding the gun to my forehead. Tears well up in my eyes at the sight of him. He looks broken, exhausted. But there's also pain behind those glistening eyes of his.

"Die...Andrew" he says and closes his eyes. I look at the tear escaping his eye.
'I deserve to die, Blake. Don't hesitate to kill me. I have always considered you my brother. I am sorry that I failed you, I failed your trust.' I say mentally and close my eyes.

A loud firing sound echoes in the room. My eyes shut tightly and wait for the death but the bullet never drills through my head.
I squeeze open my eyes and look at the gun which is directed on the sidewall.

"I am not killing you now. Your death depends on the answer you give. Better choose your words wisely." He says as he clicks the hammer before sliding the slider of the pistol.

A/N:
Andrew didn't die yet. Will he die in the next chapter?

So I hope you understood that the torturing of guys in the previous chapter was all done by Blake only. And those people were none other than blake's guards. He was punishing them.

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What do you think happens next?
Blake's dad is no more and now the next target of him is Blake. Will he die? And what about Melissa. Will she be with Blake forever or that another psycho will get her?
And what about Blake, will he be able to catch this Unknown guy.

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