Monday - 4:24 A.M.
October 12, 2015
Jade

The closer I got to the runway, the slower time felt. My heart pounded hard and fast, I was nervous and scared, not for me but for Zain.

This is the closest I've ever gotten to finding him, if Enzo gets away this time I'll never get another chance to find Zain. He'll be gone for good, and without him I'll for sure be lost.

The car finally pulled up to the noisy runway, the plane's engine sounded loud and proud, ready to take off. Three cars surrounded the entrance of the plane, most likely filled with guards.

I saw Enzo stepping out of the car and getting into the plane, still no sight of Zain, where is he? What did he do to my baby?!

"no no don't think that way. Zain is here. Listen."

Boom, Boom
Boom, Boom

My racing heart calmed slightly from focusing on Zain.

They're about to take off, "Jade go!" The voice in my head yelled, and immediately I made a run for the plane. "Faster!" "Faster!!"

By the time I got to the cars, the men started getting out and shooting at me and for the first time, a bullet pierced into me. F*ck!

Quickly i rolled on the opposite side of the car to get cover, my thigh dripped with blood as the bullet remained in me. I can feel it moving as I move, it hurts like a b*tch! Dumba**, you forgot the gun.

I don't have time nor the strength to fight off everyone, the gunshots most likely already signaled for Enzo to go. I-I'm not gonna make it. I'm gonna loose him, we're gonna loose him!

Sirens were heard from afar and they moved closer to the runway, bringing the guards attention to the entrance. Then I saw police and SWAT cars rolling in at full speed, and immediately the guards forgot about me and focused their attention to the feds.

Taking my chance, I slipped behind the cars and quickly climbed the steps of the door before it shut.

I heavily breathed in and out, whilst my hands and knees kept my body up off the floor, and in a second the plane started moving, taking me away.

"Mia moglie, you never cease to impress me." I heard Enzo say. Looking to my right, I saw a seated Enzo with his leg crossed over the other and his arms spread out across the seats next to him.

Getting on high alert, I struggled to get on my feet, trying to ignore the scorching pain in my thigh. "Where's Zain?" I asked aggressively. Enzo looked down at my thigh and winced, "Ouu that looks painful, you should get it checked out." He playfully said.

I growled and limped two steps closer to him, "Where is he?!" I yelled angrily. Enzo's smile faded off his face, he got up out of his seat and approached me, cocking his head to the side, (something he'd do when I'd disrespected him).

"I want you to repeat that." He said low and stern. Letting out a shakily breathe I repeated what I said. "Where is my son?" I said glaring daggers at him.

He scoffed and lifted his hand to touch my face, my reflexes kicked in and I backed away from him. He frowned but then covered it up with a smirk, "Still so disobedient." He whispered before walking back to his seat.

Enough of this, I ran to his turned back, ready to attack him until he suddenly turned around with a gun posted at the center of my forehead. Right on the small dent from the previous time he shot me.

He shook his head slowly from left to right, "My heart doesn't want to kill you but my gut does." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah right, like I care what your heart and gut wants. Just give me my child and I'll be on my way." I bargained. He disapproved, "He's not just yours, did you forget who helped you make him?"

He's got to be kidding me, really? I didn't ask for a child nor did I ask to be his wife. Several times I begged him to let me go but all he did was say how I'm just home sick.

All my life I've been forced to grow up fast, that's what made me..me, but when he took me, he put me under a whole different kind of abuse.

That abuse broke me, it weakened me, and it changed me. "Enzo...you raped me. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth. YOU RAPED ME!!" I yelled on the verge of crying.

He scoffed, disregarding what I said. "I never did such thing. It was sex, the activity we did to make our son." Then he lowered his gun, staring into my wet eyes with his sad ones.

"How could you say that? I love you, I would never hurt you."

He's crazy, it's like big patches of his memory goes missing everyday. He did hurt me! The humiliation he made me feel is beyond unimaginable.

"I was naked in a damn closet! Where all your f*cking men saw me whenever the want!!" I yelled again. This time Enzo reacted and snatched my hair, pulling it just as hard as he used to.

"Don't say that! I was a good husband!"

Sh*t my head! "Let go, Enzo! That hurts!!" I yelled, this was a different pain, one that I've never felt before. It feeling like someone's stabbing my brains out, whilst it's boiling in water.

He didn't let me go but instead pulled me towards the seats, he then threw me on them. "Your my wife, your suppose to love me, why don't you love me? Love me!" He yelled before storming away to the pilot's cabin.

Holding up my head, I went searching for a weapon and easy enough i found one under the table, a knife. Not long, Enzo walked back in and pulled my hair, dragging me on the floor.

"Ahh!" I screamed in pain. Taking in deep breathes, I jammed the knife into his quad, making him instantly let go of me and back away.

"You slut!"

I ignored his slur and took his weakened state as my advantage. I kicked his abdomen, having him stumble back and hit the plane's walls. Keeping still in my fighting stance I waited for him to get prepared.

A psychotic laugh left his mouth before he pulled out the knife and threw it aside, "I guess I'll listen to my gut." Then he pulled out his gun and slowly put it down on the ground.

Let's play

He ran to me and I ran to him, he threw punches and I blocked, I threw punches and he blocked. Our actions repeated over and over again, making us bored and tired.

So I spiced it up, backing away from him, I turned putting my hands on the ground and swung one leg around in the air, having it hit his jaw. Then I hurriedly got up and sent two side kicks to his face.

Blood spurted out of his mouth as he fell hands first on the ground. I walked around him, giving him time to compose his energy and strength for the next round.

He hazily got up, huffing and puffing out blood, then with a smile he gestured for me to come. Knowing my opponent, he wasn't at his weakest but he was close. Pretty sure one big tornado kick to the head will bring him down.

With two steps forward, I lunged at Enzo with a punch that was then caught. Holding my fist, Enzo twisted my arm and pulled me closer to him. F*ck! That hurts.

Out of no where I felt a sharp tool pressing onto my neck, Enzo was just about to plunge it in when I heard a loud wailing.

I froze at the sound, it sounded just like Zain when he was a baby. My mother instincts kicked in and all I wanna do is calm the poor baby down.

"W-who is that?" I asked

Enzo hummed as he withdrew the knife from my neck, but his hold on me remained tight and painful. "I told that moron to keep the bastard from making noise." He grumbled.

"Please Enzo, tell me where the baby is?" I pleaded anxiously.  He scoffed and threw me down on the floor, "No, he shouldn't even be here if it weren't for Juan begging me to bring him."

Juan? "Whose Juan?" I asked, looking up at him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Our son."

You dumb idiot. "Just let me go hold the baby. Please." He looked into my soft pleading eyes, before a smirk grew on his face. He then squatted in front of me and held my chin.

"Beg me."