“Yes boss?”
“Make sure the lovely Ellie in here gets back home, she’s going to give me exactly what I want, and then I’ll end her.”
Nico simply grunts down the phone before cutting the call.
Keeping my head low, I watch from afar in a blacked out SUV as my wife leaves the small coffee shop, Ellie in tow. She brings Annabelle into a tight hug and her eyes meet mine over my wife’s shoulder, giving me the signal.
I turn in my seat to face Nico. “You got Ellie’s address didn’t you?” I ask, my gaze flicking back to my wife who is currently walking back to her car.
“Yes boss.”
I nod sharply. “Good. We get my fucking wife back and then pay a little visit to her whore of a best friend. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll just hand money over to her without repercussions.”
Nico simply nods then slowly pulls out of our hidden parking spot before trailing behind Annabelle’s car, close enough to keep her in sight but far back enough to not spook her. The drive doesn’t take long but something is off with her driving and I’m convinced she’s spotted us when she takes a sharp turn onto a highway before flooring it down the smooth tarmac
“Do not let her get away. Even if you have to plaster her insides across this asphalt, I’m not leaving without her.” I speak through gritted teeth, anger coursing through my bloodstream. Annabelle thought she could run away from me once, there’s no fucking way I’m letting her do it again.
The powerful SUV surges forward, the engine roaring to life aswe quickly catch up to Annabelle who weaves between lanes to try and shake us off of her tail. It’s pathetic really, for her to ever think that she’ll escape me. No one can ever escape me! Iownher.
Gray tarmac and yellow lines disappear under the car at lightning speed and it only takes Nico a split second to clip the back bumper of Annabelle’s car before she’s struggling to control it. The car whips about uncontrollably before the bright red brake lights flash on, doing nothing to help her situation. Instead, it causes the tires on her car to screech against the tarmac before sending her flying into the air.
I hold my breath for a moment and watch as my wife’s car comes tumbling from the sky and crashing straight onto the highway.
Holy fucking shit.
That was fucking beautiful to see.
If she isn’t dead from that chaos, she’s going to wish she was for what I have planned for her. I’ve never been so disrespected in my life, the way my wife has disrespected me. I’m a man of fucking power and wrath and I deserve to be treated exactly so.
Slowly the SUV comes to a stop behind the smoking wreckage of Annabelle’s car. Nico steps out first to assess the damage and I watch him dip his arm into the crumpled car before he pulls out her limp body. Shards of glass from the windshield have embedded themselves into her skin and I itch to yank them out, to make her bleed even more.
Her messy black hair covers one side of her battered face, but I catch a glimpse of her eyelids fluttering open and closed.
Well well well, the bitch is still alive. What afuckingtreat.
Nico pulls her body across the glass covered road towards the trunk of the SUV and I step out, my leather shoes scratchingagainst the loose surface as I round the SUV towards Nico who’s currently lifting my wife’s limp body into the trunk.
For a moment our eyes clash together, and what I see in hers is fear like I’ve never seen it before. It’s electric and I can feel the power it brings me, surging through my bloodstream at having her back in my vicinity again. She must have known she’d never be able to live her life without me in it again, that I’d just up and leave? If she did, she’s more stupid than I thought.
Fixing the Rolex on my wrist, I inhale the heavy fumes of her smoking car while lifting my hand to rest on the door of the trunk. Annabelle’s bloodshot eyes well with tears and a sharp smirk graces my face at her pain, her failure so palpable I can feel it in my soul.
“Welcome home sweetheart.” I say with pure malice before slamming the trunk closed, enclosing her in darkness. “Now,” I start, turning to face Nico. “Time to get rid of little Ellie.” He tips his head once to me before we both climb back into the SUV.
My mind is aching from all the thoughts that are bouncing around in there, it’s like someone has dumped a bag of bouncy balls out and I’m struggling to catch them all.
Where the fuck is Ana?
Is she alive?Fuck, no. I can’t let myself think like that. She has to be alive, there’s no other outcome from this that I’ll accept. I’ll rip her husband limb from limb, for every mark and bruise he leaves on her, I’ll triple it on him.
Myself and Eli are sitting in the truck a few yards away from the docs, the ocean crashing against the marina fills the space. Neither of us have spoken a word yet, almost scared to break the silence in case we miss anything. Once we torched the warehouse, Eli got to work on locating the only shipping dock we have in Rockford. I’ve driven past it a couple of times but I never thought it’d be used to bring women and girls in from overseas. It’s been derelict for years and I can’t remember the last time I saw a boat pull up there.
The sound of tires against the stone floor has me snapping my head up. A blacked out van appears before coming to a stop at the edge of the wooden dock and I check the time on the dash, clocking that the boat should arrive in two minutes. If that worker was telling the truth it should arrive on the dot, not a minute later.
Quickly I slip my mask over my face, the soft fibers brushing against my skin and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with oxygen. We have no idea what we’re getting into here, or how many people are going to turn up but I need to be ready regardless.
I notice in my periphery, Eli fixing his own mask over his face, then he quickly checks the magazine on his gun for the third time.
“A part of me hopes that the boat doesn’t show up, you know, that the girls were never forced onto it.” He says quietly, and I nod my head.
