Rivaled Love

Prologue

"Holy shit."

Christian's Italian loafers come to a halt as he considered the scene before him. Prodigious pools of blood stained the marble floors. There wasn't an inch of wall not covered in red hues. Some spots, dark enough to be brown and others light enough to be pink. Old and fresh blood. Elliot his Underboss and brother, hadn't been kidding when he said it was a blood bath.

"Holy shit is right. Someones trying to send a message if I've ever seen one." Elliot stepped out from behind a wall separating the main foyer and the living room. Yeah a big fat fuck you to me and mines. Christian grabbed the gloves offered to him and slid them on.

"Where's the body?" There was copious amounts of blood and yet no fucking body in sight. The house that currently resembled a slasher movie belonged to a man named John Lombardi AKA Johnny. Not only was he a long time friend, he was also Christian's consigliere.

"Well, that's the problem Boss, There was no body when his old lady got here." Cursing under his breath Christian gripped the small table next to him. His rage evident as the wooden furniture shook under his hold.

Don't worry Chris we'll find him and the fuckers who did this." Elliot's reassurance did little for Christian's apprehension. Being a consigliere was an important role inside of a crime family. It meant being the Boss's Chief advisor, confidant. In this case Johnny going missing, possibly meant Christian Grey's - Italian Mob boss of the Grey family- confidential information in the hands of his enemy.

Wails and cries of anguish filled the air around them. Those sounds no doubt from Johnny's wife, Elena, they'd been together since high school. Walking further into room the Christian was able to see the mass destruction. Johnny's living room resembled a war zone. Bullet holes impacted every wall and object. His brown leather couches were gutted and their stuffing littered the floor.

The raw acrid air smelled of earth and iron. It was like a slaughter house and that thought ignited a cold rage within him. As the Don of the Grey family nothing angered him more than such blatant disrespect. Disrespect for his title, his family and his men. When somebody decided to fuck with his men they decided to fuck with his family and incidentally him. Christian was a jack of all trades however vengeance was his forte. When the time came and it would, he would make this job look amateur.

"Chris, thank God you're here!"

Christian followed Elena's cries to the backyard passing the last of the chaotic mess that furnished the living room. He noticed the grunt first. His small frame struggled under Elena's weight. He looked like a parent's wet dream, with his dirty blonde hair and midnight blue eyes. Ethan wasn't his first pick as a new recruit after all he saw him as he was; a child, only 16 years old. But Ethan had attached to him like a leech so desperate to prove himself.

Elena struggled against his hold only stopping when Christian cleared his throat. He'd known her since they were kids and while he considered Johnny a buddy, he really couldn't stand his wife. Maybe it had to do with all the times she'd tried getting in his bed when Johnny wasn't around.

"You gunna tell him to let me go or not?" Elena sneered, looking at him as if he was the root of all her fucking problems. He grunted his response and waved his hand silently telling Ethan to let the bitch go.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened or am I just supposed to know?" Christian took her outstretched hand and lifted her off the floor.

"I came home and walked into a fucking bloodbath that's what happened." Elena dusted the dirt off her jeans fixing her clothes. "I don't know where Johnny is but I know who took him."

"How and who?" Christian eyed the backyard taking mental note of every misplaced item as well as the hole in the fence. That explains why there was no sign of breaking in.

"I found this tacked to the front door. I'm guessing it was meant to say "Yeah, we did it and?". They're pushing your hand purposely Chris." Christian clenched his jaw at the Puerto Rican flagged bandana Elena pulled from her pocket. The Grey family has had bad blood with the Ricans since before he was born. Christian's grandfather had created their empire right in the heart of New York after coming from Italy. The Puerto Rican gang "Ladrones" felt like he had overstepped his boundaries, but that hadn't stopped him from taking over. His father had a truce put in with Carlos, the Puerto Rican boss, until recently that truce had kept things civil. Unfortunately Carlos's son Jose Rivera had taken over when Christian did and he was determined to take his turf back.

"Fucking hell, alright, I gotta take care of this shit Fest." Christian ordered Ethan to watch over Elena. She was a firecracker and wouldn't hesitate to take matters into her own hands. He walked back into the house to see a crew working on cleanup. The last thing he needed was this spreading farther than necessary and the boys in blue knocking on his damn door. The only cops he wanted involved were the ones on his payroll.

Elliot make sure this shit gets done right. Inform the Chief, make sure it stays with him. I need to speak with Jack I'll see you tonight." Christian entered the foyer just as Elliot was leaving. Being his brother, Elliot was the only man he truly trusted. Even Johnny had his faults and Chrsitian was trained at a young age to believe everyone either wanted his title or him dead. Unfortunately for him, they couldn't have one without the other.

"Already on it." Elliot said, turning his attention to the poor souls on cleaning duty. Tonight he would figure out the when and where as far as revenge was concerned. Christian could feel the anger pulsing through his veins. Jose Rivera couldn't have called him out any harder if he tried, and now he would have to deal with the storm he created.

Disclaimer: Christian Grey and any fifty shades Characters do not and never will belong to me I am merely using them in a story of my own. The ideas out side of E.L James are mine however.