They’d fucking gotten her.
“What the fuck have you done?” I roared, my anger immediately pitching from about a two to a ten in an instant.
“Me? I haven’t done anything,” Eduardo said with a laugh. “Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers.”
“What. The fuck. Has your club done?” I said with a snarl that I hope got the point across that I would kill this bloody bastard the next time I saw him.
“Ah, now you’re asking good questions,” he said. “You see, we saw this beautiful woman at the grocery store the other day and thought, ‘You know, she looks really familiar.’ And lo and behold, she was familiar. She was a woman whose lips were around my cock once!”
He laughed to himself. I swore I was on the verge of breaking the fucking phone in my hand with nothing but my own grip. If I could have thrown the phone from where I stood and had it smack Eduardo in the skull somewhere, I would have gladly thrown out my fucking arm to do that.
“Let her fucking go!”
“Judging by the way that you’re reacting to this precious beauty? Not a chance.”
In my peripheral, I could see Brock and Connor staring at me, fear and anger rising in them. But I wasn’t paying any close attention to them; I had no fucking idea what they were doing or feeling right now.
And worst of all, Eduardo was still not showing his fucking face on camera. I could only see Rachel, head down, seated in a chair, in…
A weirdly office-looking room.
I took a screenshot, but the moment faded as Eduardo continued to taunt me.
“Seems to me you might have fallen in love with this girl, huh, Mason? It would be a real shame if something happened to her.”
“Don’t you fucking dare—”
“Aww, are you sad that I took another one of your women?”
“Another?” I heard Connor say in the background, but I ignored him.
“I am going to fucking murder you where you stand, you little shit stain. I will fucking bleed you by a million cuts, because a thousand isn’t enough. I am going to make sure the last thing you taste is your own blood before making you choke on it.”
Eduardo just laughed at everything I said, like I was bringing him great entertainment by taunting him this way. Naturally, it was only pissing me off, making me even more determined to hunt this shithead down and put a bullet through his fucking skull.
“Oh, you’ve always been hilarious when you lose control of your temper,” he said. “I have never seen anyone who had such little self-control that he sounds like a serial killer. But then again, we already knew that you’re more like us than them, isn’t that right?”
“Where is she?” I said, doing my best to steer the conversation toward relevant information.
“Not anywhere you’d find her. She’s safe with me. Don’t worry. She’s a good girl. I’m going to treat her nicely. In fact, I think that around…oh, let’s see, it’s about noon here. Around midnight, I’m going to remind her of how good things were ten years ago.”
Memories shot through my mind that were too painful to have. And I wasn’t even at the scene of the crime. Only Brock was. That’s how much I cared about Rachel—I was hurt recalling a memory of something I did not see with my own two eyes.
And that’s how angry I was, that I would tear apart this entire town to find her in the next twelve hours if I fucking had to.
“You lay a fucking finger on her, and you’re a dead man.”
“We all die sooner or later, Mason. But at least I’ll die having gone deep inside Rachel. Unlike you.”
“Fucking die!” I yelled as Eduardo cackled. I nearly chucked the phone against the wall in frustration, saved only by Brock’s arms holding my arm in place. The phone still dropped from my hands and fell to the floor, but a cracked screen was nothing in comparison to a destroyed phone.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Brock yelled, trying to bring me back.
I shoved him away, slamming him against the wall, and grabbed my phone. I was like a bull seeing red. I had to fucking murder someone, something, destroy, kill, ravage…fuck!
But when I looked at the phone, the FaceTime call had ended. Eduardo had vanished. And I had no idea where he was.
“That man is fucking dead!” I yelled.
