“You’re disgusting.”
“No, I want to find my wife and child.” He watches my reaction. “That’s right I know she’s pregnant. That’s why she grew a pair of balls and got her fucking idiot of a brother to help her. Who knew that little shit could find the one way to get her away from me. Now I need to resort to this kind of shit to find her. And I will find her. If I have to peel your skin off slice by slice, I will get you to talk.”
The fear starts to take hold. Eli could be dead. I can’t remember when Dominic was coming home. They might not even realize I’ve gone. There is a lot this psycho could do to me before anyone even finds Eli.
My heart aches at the thought of him dying. He had a difficult childhood, but he got through it, he made something of himself, found a home.
And he broke through my walls. This is a hell of a time to realize I’m in love with him. When I might have lost him. I steel myself against those thoughts. Until someone tells me so, I refuse to believe Eli is no longer in this world.
There is something this psychopath doesn’t know, and I touch my leg for reassurance. I only need opportunity.
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Tell me where she is, and I won’t make you suffer.”
“I don’t know where she is,” I grit out.
“And even if you did, you wouldn’t tell me.” He says it in a mock voice, mimicking a woman.
“You’re a sick bastard. She wouldn’t have run from you if you treated her like a human being. Does it make you feel like a big man beating a woman?”
“You think your words bother me.” He takes a step closer.
I stand my ground even though my legs are shaking, desperate to run. I can’t make it past him and through the door and there is nowhere to go in here, nothing to hide behind.
It’s going to come down to his brute strength or my quick movements.
Shit, if I can down a professional killer…
“Tell me where the fuck she is!” he screams and goes to grab me.
The sound of motorcycles rips through the air. My heart starts to pound. While he’s turned, his shoulders coming up at the sound, I make a break for it. All those hours on the treadmill don’t let me down and I get past him and run out of the container and into a maze of even more shipping containers.
Without pausing to think about a route I just run. The sound and the lights are assaulting all my senses after being in the dark so long but I pump my arms and legs and round a corner into a wide open space. There are fewer containers and more buildings, a parking lot and amachine loading containers, but it’s too far away to get the attention of the driver.
I can’t see the bikes anywhere but I’m free.
Until something slams into my back and I go sprawling onto the floor. Asphalt and gravel tear at my palms which I managed to get up to stop my face hitting the floor. I buck hard to get him off me but he is stronger, and he shifts, getting up and dragging me with him.
“Bitch,” he slaps my face and drags me to him. “I’ll fucking kill you before they get to you.”
I lunge forward, head butting him right on the bridge of his nose with the full force of my forehead.
It hurts like a bitch but I was taught how to do it with minimal damage to myself. It’s still disorienting and not enough to shake him off. He grabs my arm and neck, wrenching me towards him.
“Singer!”
The man freezes for a second, then grabs me and pulls me in front of him, bringing the gun up and pressing it against my temple.
“Let her go.”
Dominic walks out of the shadows. He’s holding up a gun. I want to cry with relief but I’m not out of this yet. Neither is Dominic but his face is resolute, angry and he hasn’t looked at me yet.
Two more Devil’s Chaos brothers walk into the space. My dad and Hudson. They both have guns trained on us. None of them will shoot, not when he has that gun to my head. Even if they do manage to get a shot off, any reaction could make him pull the trigger and my head will be gone.
Dad is looking at me. People often say he’s unreadable, and for the most part he is but he gives me a look now that tells me to be strong.
“You won’t get out of this Singer, let her go.”
“Think you can kill me before I blow her head off?” he laughs. “Gunshots will bring security,” Singer says, like he’s talking about the weather.
