This fucker is pissing me off. I'm this close to calling Nico and asking for his help. Whoever is sending these messages must be a lunatic, and I'm afraid Seb's life is in danger.
Unknown:If you want to know who your boy is, go to this address. But be warned… there is a price to pay.
The stranger sends an address in downtown, in the shady parts of the city.
Would it be stupid to go there?
Absolutely.
Still, I'm going. If my boy is going there, it must mean only one thing. He must be involved in something shady. A loan? Owning someone something?
My mind runs wild with reasons why Sebastian would be there, if he's there at all. I don't waste time wondering, I run to my car and head to the address. While I'm driving, it hits me out of nowhere that not once did I imagine Sebastian could be cheating on me.
With my history, I feared that in my next relationship I'd be suspicious, jealous, and possessive. I may still be jealous andpossessive, but I'm not suspicious of Seb. I trust him. For some reason, I just trust him with my whole heart. Maybe even more than I ever trusted anyone else in my life.
Whatever problems he's having, we'll face them together.
I won't let him struggle alone.
Another message pops up as I near the address. It says to park the car farther and then move on foot to the back alley behind a strip club. From there, enter a small opening in the fence and continue down another alley.
Smart people would call the police. I know I should call the police, or at least Nico, but the next message stops me from doing that.
Unknown:Don't call the police, or your boy will be gone forever.
Fear makes me move without thinking.
I sprint to the alley and force myself to slow down when I see the small opening. Whatever's waiting ahead can't be good, and it'll be to my advantage if I approach silently.
I'm careful where I step because I don't want the trash littering the ground to make noise and announce my presence. The back alley is narrow and very dark, but at the end, I see a small light and hear muffled voices.
My heart is going to beat out of my chest when I hear my boy's voice.
"You've been a very, very naughty piece of shit, my dear."
Something in Seb's voice makes cold chills spread down my spine. I've never heard his voice sound like this – so cold, so detached from any emotions, and with a hard edge.
I step closer to the end of the alley and freeze when I peek around the corner.
Seb is standing before a man on his knees. Blood stains his t-shirt, but I can't see if he's seriously injured. I don't know whatto make out of what I'm seeing, so I stay rooted in one place, blanketed by the darkness of the alley.
"Who… send you?" the man on his knees gasps out.
"Wouldn't you want to know? What you should be asking for is how I plan to kill you and when to start begging for mercy."
What. Is. Happening?
Who is this man?
Who is my Sebastian?
"I don't beg, bastard."
I can't see Sebastian's face, but I see his back stiffen. Between one blink and the next, he has a knife embedded in the man's shoulder. Sebastian uses one hand to muffle the scream the man makes.
Bile rises in my throat as I watch my sweet boy hurt a stranger.
"Now. You should be thanking me," Seb says as he cleans his knife on the man's other shoulder. "My Daddy is waiting for me at home, and I don't want to be away for too long."
