The man looked past me. His face went pale, then he gave me a quick nod. If he was bothered by that little bit, he’d have tossed chunks at my full capacity work.
Weakling.
He didn’t matter though.
What mattered was getting to Henny.
Ok,so getting to Henny seemed to be easier said than done. There was no sign of him in the warehouse. I searched the main area, where Ricardo had pulled up for his big love declaration, and I looked in the room where all the inventory appeared to have been completed.
The place was a ghost town. No sign of Henny’s familiar frown or quick stride.
“Where did you go?” I muttered.
A voice shouted from somewhere in the darkness of the space, “What was that?”
I didn’t startle, but I damn sure felt like an idiot for not knowing someone was with me. That’s what getting lost inthoughts about this man did to me. He made me lose all my self-preservation.
“I was just talking to myself. Wondered where everybody went.”
The guy shrugged. “Boss and Ricardo left not long ago. Told everyone to go home. Henri left right after you went to kill…”
He stopped talking as realization hit him. He was talking to me casually like I wasn’t the psycho they all knew I was.
I grinned, unable to hide the amusement I felt. “Henny’s been gone a while then?”
“Yes, sir,” he rasped as I walked his way. “Heard him say he needed to do some reports at the main casino.”
“Excellent! Appreciate you.” I smacked him on the shoulder as I passed. He twitched under my hand, though he managed to stay upright.
Points to him.
Knowing Henny was long gone didn’t help my mood. If anything, it pissed me off even more.
Why did I always have to track his ass down?
Why couldn’t he stick to my fucking side like he was supposed to?
The thought made me stop mid stride.
Henny by my side had been a pipe dream. Now I was acting like it was a given. I shook my head to focus back on the task of finding him. Thoughts weren’t action. I couldn’t make him appear with sheer will.
Honestly, if I hadn’t been overanalyzing my lack of bloodthirst, the gap between us would have been much smaller. I only had myself to blame.
Outside, there was no sign of life to be found. I knew there were men on patrol, but even they weren’t making any noise.
I sighed and pulled up the rideshare app on my phone. I could demand one of the goons take me, but then I’d have to bealone in a car with them. My homicidal urges might return with the confinement, leaving me to need to take the wheel so we don’t crash, and then hide a body because I don’t want evidence to come back to the boss.
So, yeah.
A stranger would have to do.
They usually didn’t piss me off as quickly.
Thankfully it wasn’t far. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes at worst.
City lights blurred as my mind focused on one thing, and one thing only. Henny. My Henny. I was on the hunt for him now. He was prey that needed to be captured.
Then I’d let him take control again.
