I clenched my fists and threw my head back.
"Those motherfuckers!!!!!" The words tore from my throat, dragging fury and disbeliefwith it.
My blood pressure spikes, and I feel the color drain from my face after watching the abduction of my Kitten. I always feared something would happen to her, and here we are.
"Goddammit!!!!!"
I shoved my cell phone into the pocket of my jeans, then lost my mind. I took deep, savage breaths. My chest heaved as though my heart would rip apart. I stormed over to the kitchen island and, with a violent sweep of my arm, sent the glass salt and pepper shakers flying to the floor, shattering them in the process.
I picked up a coffee cup and threw it through the wall, leaving a gaping hole just above the counter, then I put my fist through the opposite wall, watching as the plaster crumbled into little pieces onto the ceramic tile.
Another blow followed, then another and another. My knuckles split open, but I didn't care about the blood or the pain. I would have flipped the table over, but it was bolted down. Instead, I kicked over all the chairs, then went to the cupboard and smashed all the dishes on the floor, leaving shards of glass everywhere.
I was out of control.
The fury inside was too much to contain.
I had to release it before it consumed me.
Stepping into the den, I ripped the flat-screen from the wall and slammed it onto the hardwood floor. What was once flawless glass now splintered into a sprawling spider web. Before I tore the entire house apart, I pinched thebridge of my nose and forced myself to take a few steady breaths.
I was fuckingangry. I've become completely unhinged. Whoever took my girl is going to wish they were dead once I get my hands on them.
I will tear apart everyone who was involved in her abduction. I already pictured the massacre in my head.
It took a few minutes to get my bearings. I needed to calm my ass down so I could think straight and take the necessary steps to find her. As much as I can't stomach Becca, at least my pet wasn't alone. I was relieved she had someone she trusted with her. It may make the ordeal more tolerable.
I grabbed the cell from my pocket and hit redial.
Zach picked up on the second ring.
"If you're going to scream at me,Atlas, I would rather not talk to you until you calm down."
I kept my voice steady and my anger under control.
"I won't yell, but listen to me. Kitlyn and her friend have been kidnapped from Kit’s place. It happened while I was taking the world's longest fucking nap. I need you to pinpoint the exact location where she is. The last place I saw on the tracker is Texas, but I couldn't get the address. I'm sending you the information from the app now. See if you can figure it out on your end."
My brother's attitude changed immediately once I explained what happened. Zach knows I am not only obsessed but in love with her, so he didn't continue busting my fucking balls. He also knows I will tear the world apart looking for her. He sighed heavily on the other end.
"Fuck. I am sorry, Atlas. Can you think of anyone who would do this? An enemy who wants revenge?"
I shook my head, thinking of who might have any reason to take the girls. No one came to mind.
"To my knowledge, no. Let's get cracking so that too much time doesn't lapse. We've already lost over four hours since she was taken. I suspect that traffickers have them. I hope I'm fucking wrong, but deep down, I know I'm not."
My brother breathed into the phone.
"I am on it right now. Let me see what I can come up with. I will call you as soon as I am finished."
I grunted, enraged that someone dared to put their hands on her. She belongs to me. No one else!
"I’ll take care of the rest on my end, Zach. I will call Jacob and start moving on this. So they're not shipped off to fucking Hong Kong or somewhere on the other side of the planet, we need to find them as soon as possible. You are well aware of how evil and violent those predators are. Ping her last location for me, and I will head out with my pilot and Jacob. I'm pretty sure I am dealing with the fucking cartels, so I may need some backup. Speak to Turner at the CIA and instruct him to put approximately thirty agents on standby. We may need them. Also, let him know I need a bulletproof SUV waiting for us at the closest airport to the facility."
My brother's tone was calm and precise.
"No worries, Atlas. Everything will be taken care of. I will talk to you shortly."
I hung up and dialed Jacob. Thank fuck he picked up on the first ring. My body felt like I had just snorted ten lines of cocaine. I was jittery and ready to murder some scumbags.
