“You might think the debt settled; I don’t,” I declared.
We held each other’s gazes, neither willing to look away.
“You have somewhere to be and a damsel in distress to rescue. See yourself out,” Salisbury said. And with that, I was dismissed. I walked off without another word.
Chapter Nineteen.
Onyx
“Gonna call in Unwanted Bastards?” Venom asked as we walked to our bikes.
“No. Not until we have her. If Seb is wrong, then we pull everyone away from the search and waste time,” I replied.
“Does it really matter? She’s gash, that can be replaced.” Viking glowered.
Resigned, I shook my head at Viking. His previous woman had fucked him up; now Viking viewed every woman as an enemy or a hole to warm his cock.
“These women mean something to the Unwanted Bastards,” I said.
Viking snorted. “Yeah, a ball and chain and a lifetime of misery.”
I couldn’t disagree with that assessment. My old lady had been a cunt. And paid the price by ending up with a bullet in her head. Rage, Hellfire, Unwanted Bastards, and the rest were fuckin’ nuts, but it was their choice.
“They’re allies; we’ll help,” I stated.
Viking nodded and swung up onto his bike. I pulled out as Venom and Viking covered me, just like always.
Amy
I held back a squeal as a rat scurried past. Beady eyes stopped and assessed me, and I kicked out. The vermin scampered away but offered me a knowing stare. Once more, I checked my surroundings. I appeared to be in an old office block.
It was the type where the bottom part of the offices was wood and the top was glass. The office I was in had filing cabinets along one wall, paper scattered everywhere, and two broken chairs lying on their sides. My hands had been tied behind my back, and my feet were also bound. Even my mouth was gagged.
For the past ten minutes, I’d been rubbing the bindings—duct tape—against a sharp piece of metal protruding from the wall. Once it had held a radiator, which was sitting lopsided on the floor. I’d not seen my kidnapper, but I knew he was somewhere around. He had to be.
Escape was the plan. First step, free my hands; second, rip the tape off; third, untie my legs.
There was a shuffling noise, so I stopped moving. A man came into sight.
I stared curiously.
He gazed back emotionlessly. “Bet you’re wondering who I am.”
I nodded .
“Guess I suppose I owe you that before I kill you. My name is Edwin Foster.”
My eyes widened, and Edwin snorted.
“Bet you’re also wanting to understand why you have to die. Cops have been searching for me for weeks. Nobody knows me. Why? Because I’m fucking invisible. No one seesme. My wife was one of the designers for the zeppelins. Except the bitch wasn’t. She stolemyplans, formula, and sold them. Took credit for my genius and made millions.Those were my designs!” Edwin hissed.
Blankly, I stared. This was over blueprints?
“Ten long years I spent perfecting them while working a stupid, mediocre job. When I achieved perfection, she stole them and divorced me. When I tried to reclaim my work, I was laughed out of the courtroom. Do you know I worked with two hundred colleagues, had a week in court, and no onesaw me. I was invisible. All those people and none paid attention.
“But that bitch isn’t amused now. She was killed on the Titanic of the Skies. I’m laughing because before she died, I made her admit the theft. I forced her to transfer all the money. Once I’ve cleared up the last few survivors, I’ll blow the Olympus of the Skies up and then go somewhere with no extradition treaty. There, I’ll inform everybody what happened and why. And nobody can do a thing.”
All this because Edwin felt ignored? Okay, I understood being hurt and angry at what his wife had done. What crimes did the passengers commit? None. Edwin seemed to read my mind.
