My Henchman(Spain x Romano)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Romano's POV

I put a hand over my mouth and cry in horror. "D-Don't hurt him...P-Please..." The line went quiet for a long of time. I held the phone, being completely still, waiting for a response. The only thing I could hear was faint static on the other end. After what felt like decades, the man responded. I could tell the man was smirking.

"What would you be willing to give if we let him go?" I could feel the the wickedness in this voice. His tone of voice sent chills down my back.

"A-Anything please..." For once in my life I felt with full certainty, without any doubts that my life was less important than someone else. No matter how down I felt, there was always a part of me that wanted to live, wanted to survive. No matter how depressed I got a voice in my head was saying not to do it, hanging on to life. 

But this time was different. Everything was different. All signs of self preservation was gone. All I cared about was Spain. Spain's feelings were more important than mine. Spain's dreams were more important that mine. Spain's life was more important than mine. It felt, empty. Saying in barely a whisper I spoke into the phone, "I'll do anything."

I could feel the evil present of the man come at me. It wrapped around me, holding me tightly, squeezing the air out of me . "Come to the abandoned clothing factory in the outskirts of Rome. Show up at 11 pm. No guns, no police. "

"Okay...I'll do it"

"Good. See you tonight." Before I could say anything the line went dead. I gulped and looked down everything sinking in. After contemplating, reality came to me. I could not go alone. I had to call police. They're smart, they'll be able to figure out how not to get caught. I look at the phone and then dial the phone for the police. Within a few seconds a police officer picked up.

The tone of the line was different from the hostage person, but all too similar. There was still the feeling of urgency, feeling of sorriness, feeling distress. "Central Rome Police Station, Officer Mandan speaking, how can I help you?"

I gulp and then speak. " I need help, my b-...my friend was taken hostage. The person wants to meet up at 11 o'clock tonight..." The line went quiet for some time. Officer Mandan must be typing up everything I was saying. 

"Are you in a state that you can drive to the police station?" I hear some slight chatter from the police station, in my mind I could smell the cheap coffee supply by the district. Feeling the tension that each officer had about whatever case they were working on. My case means the world to me, but compared to everyone else it's insignificant. My sadness parallels so many other people. So many people have been in this same spot. It's so depressing. 

"I...I don't know...My brother is here with me...He...He could drive"I've been relying on Feli so much recently. He use to cry on me, hug me, ask me for support. Now the tables have turned. I'm like a child. A baby. Weak. Not able to do anything but cry. 

Officer Mandan stated, "Okay, come our way as soon as you can. What is your name?"

"L-Lovino...Lovino Vargas" I gulp a little.

"Okay, thank you and see you soon. "The line ended and I cry more. Everything is so real...Everything felt different. I hated it. Why couldn't I just be that child again? Why does everything have to be so hard? I stand up weakly and go to the kitchen where Feli was cooking dinner. "F-Feli...We need to go to the police station...Central Rome Station...".

Feliciano nods a little and then turns off the stove. "Oh...Okay." I visibly see him gulp as he heads over to me. Sometimes I forget that Spain is an important person in his life too, all I do is think about myself..I'm so selfish sometimes. Together we walk to the car. He gets in the driver seat, and I get in the passenger. My face fell blank. Nothing mattered anymore. It's defeating.

The drive to the police station was silent. I felt the tone clearly. The air felt stagnant. My brother had a frown on his face. He didn't seem sad, he seemed angry. Everything is so weird. I HATE this. I just want it to end. I just want everything to end. We arrive to the police station and we walk in side by side. I look at his hand and want to hold it, I want some kind of proof that everything was real. 

Walking to the front desk I look at the women. She had curly brown hair with enchanting hazel eyes. She had little to no make-up on, a soft rose color staining her lips. I know that her shift only started. knowing that by the end of the night her nice bun would have hair sticking out of it from the stress of the day. "U-Um..hello. I'm Lovino Vargas. I called in about the hostage case..."Gulping I look around the station.

She nods a little. "Go to the right and then go straight. There's an officer that will help you." Her tone of voice was sweet, but at the same time there was the sense that she's dealt with this everyday. That I wasn't special at all. The thing of it is that it's true. I nod a little and then walk to where she instructed. Walking down the hall I feel the pressure on me. My heart was pounding. It was horrible. I wanted to cry. I see the officer and go to his desk. Looking at a the chairs I sit down in it and look at him. While I get the chance I examine his face structure. He had a sharp jaw line with high cheek bones. His eyes looked like they could kill just by the piercing brown irises.

"Hello sir, I am Officer Wilson." His voice rolled off his tongue like some kind of enchanting being. I shiver slightly forgetting for a millisecond that the reason I was here was for the love of my life. It faded as soon as it came. "Tell me everything you know about the case".

I gulp a little and nod. "A while ago...on my birthday I got kidnapped and tortured, but Antonio, the man that is a hostage now, saved me..b-but...out of defense for both of us he killed the man...but apparently the man was part of the mafia...I was put into the hospital and everything was going okay...I was released and everything seemed good...but then Antonio was kidnapped...A-And today I got a phone call and..." at this point I start crying. Everything felt like a nightmare. "and the leader of the mafia called me about Antonio...Now we have an agreement that I show up at 11 pm in the old clothing factory outside of the city to talk about things..."

Wilson nods typing everything I said up into the computer. "I'm guessing that they said alone. That's what they do normally in hostage cases. What we'll do is put a wire on you and you'll go in as normal. We'll park so they don't know we're there but be close enough that we could jump in at anytime to save you or Antonio. If anything gets too serious we'll step in and save you both." 

I nod letting everything sink in. We are going to save him. I know it. Looking down at my hands I cry. It will 5 long hours until we will leave to get him back. I know all of it will be crying.

Hey guys so yeah...It's been months...Again. Anyways I hope you guys like it! I tried to do more character development in this with having the more time where Romano is contemplating life and everything. Hope you like this long chapter anyways!! ~Enzi~