Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Eleven

Tristan

Damn it to fuck.

What the fuck am I going to do now?

What am I going to do and what the hell is with me?

I walk down the corridor consumed by lust and rage. A deadly combo. Something that could make a man like me go ape shit and on a rampage to destroy everything in his path.

Jesus Christ, I’m supposed to be focused on dragging the truth from her. I’m supposed to just get the damn location of her father, but as I looked at her naked body all I wanted to do was fuck her. I wanted to fuck her well before then, knowing she wasn’t wearing anything under the gown.

Now I have this conundrum of shit.

She won’t tell me where her father is, and I can’t think past my dick.

It’s because I kissed her. I can’t think past my dick because I had a taste of her, and the taste wasn’t enough. My body wants more, and I can’t go there. The woman had more of an effect on me than I realize, and I need to control myself because she’s lying.

She’s fucking lying to me. She has to be.

I barge into the kitchen, kicking the door open so hard it almost flies off the hinges.

Candace jumps, startled. She was standing by the breakfast table talking to Dominic. She was smiling. The smile, however, falters when I enter, and she moves over to the counter to resume chopping the vegetables she was going to use in the soup she was preparing for lunch.

Dominic set up a camera in Isabella’s room and motion sensors that alerted me when she woke and started moving around. I was down here when that happened and headed upstairs to face her.

“What did she say?” Dominic asks straightening up.

“Not a fucking thing.”

Dominic looks over at Candace and gestures for her to stop. “Babe why don’t you go rest. The staff will be here soon to finish that.”

“Okay,” Candace says setting the knife down. Without looking at either of us she leaves the kitchen and Dominic returns his focus to me.

I’m glad he told her to go because I absolutely hate having to tamp down my rage when I feel like this. I don’t want her to be around me when I’m pissed and have cause to fear me.

Not me, the enraged animal, the beast. Isabella couldn’t have been more right.

She’s right. Everything she said was right, except I never wore any mask.

“Tristan, tell me what happened,” Dominic says.

I blow out a ragged breath. “She said she doesn’t know where her father is. She doesn’t know Dominic, and no one knows. It has to be bullshit. How can she not know? How can no one not know?” It’s fucking bullshit.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “She has to be lying. That makes no sense. Of anyone who should know where he is it’s her.”

“Exactly. There’s no way she can’t know, and I guess maybe we underestimated the situation if taking her hostage hasn’t scared her into telling the truth.”

“Tristan, we’ve come too far for it to end here with stubbornness.”

I couldn’t agree more. “I have to find a way to make her tell me the truth.”

“What though?” he asks, and worry fills his eyes. “Tristan you … we can’t torture her.”

The fact that he could warn me against that shows just how much he’s thought I’ve changed.

“Relax little brother, I’m not completely evil… yet.” His face goes rigid at my words.