Meaty fingers dig into my skin as I’m dragged somewhere by my arms. My legs can barely keep up with the men’s fast pace. My skin is crawling and I feel like my ears perk up, knowing that without sight my chances of escaping are dismal. I count a total of six pair of footsteps, mine included. Which means we are not only tied up and blindfolded, but we’re are also outnumbered two to one.
Dread overcomes me and tears threaten to escape my eyes, but I hold them back. I’ll have to be stronger than I’ve ever been before, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to give these fuckers the satisfaction of crying. A heavy creaking fills my ears and the air around us changes, telling me we are inside a building now. I’m pushed down into a chair a moment later, a soft whimper escapes me when my legs are pried apart and tied to the legs of the chair.
“I don’t suppose you want to tell us where the rest of your little group is?” an unfamiliar voice asks.
“Go fuck yourself,” Wes spits, his voice filled with rage.
“I figured…well, we’ve already contacted our interrogator. He always gets the information he wants out of people. So, you have that to look forward to,” the man snickers and suddenly my lunch is in danger of making a reappearance.
“You might be able to handle some pain, big guy, but we’ll see how much you can handle seeing this pretty little thing being tortured…”
I don’t say anything. I don’t want to give them any more ammunition than they’ve already got. Listening intently, I wait for the men to disappear and the door to close behind them, leaving Wes and I alone in the room. Only once they’re gone do I draw in a shaky breath, wishing I didn’t hear what that vile man just told Wes. They’re going to torture me…even worse, they’re going to make Wes watch.
“Just stay calm, Declan and Trey have most likely realized we are missing by now. They’ll be here in no time,” Wes tells me, his voice calm, soothing even, but I’m not stupid. If they don’t make it here soon, then they won’t have either of us to rescue, because there won’t be anything to save. Fighting back tears, I have no idea how he is remaining so calm. How can he be so sure that they’re going to find us?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Declan
As soon as Trey’s laptop starts making an annoying alarm sound, I know something is wrong. However, I don’t truly freak out until I see Trey’s face. His features pale, almost to a ghostly white as he looks down at the computer screen.
“What’s wrong?” I try to keep my voice calm, but it’s hard when Jessa and Wes are out there and I know shit is hitting the fucking fan.
“Jessa’s and Wes’s trackers just went off route. They left the grocery store, but they’re heading in the wrong direction.” I pull out my phone and dial Wes’s cell while Trey continues to talk. The easiest way to know if something is happening or if they’re just going off course for something is to call him, so I do just that. I bring up his number and push the green call button before putting the phone on speaker.
“Well, that didn’t take long…” an unfamiliar voice comes through the line. “We’re about to start torturing your brother and the girl…unless you just want to give up and come to us.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I growl into the phone.
“Funny, that’s exactly what your brother said too. I’m not into men, but I think I’ll go fuck the cute blonde instead. What’s her name? Jen…Jenna? Ah, doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know her name to fuck her face or cut off her fingers one by one. Give us your address and we can send each piece to you personally,” the bastard taunts.
“I’m gonna put a bullet between your eyes before the day is over,” I say through clenched teeth, hanging up the phone before he can say something else that’s going to piss me off. I’ll need a clear mindset if we’re going to do this. I look up, my gaze colliding with Trey’s.
I can see it in his eyes, the hatred, the need for revenge. It’s been a part of us for so long, but with Jessa around, the fury has become a dull ache. Now with her and Wes in danger, the fire inside of us has been rekindled, and the flames are more than flickering, they’re a blazing inferno.
It’s like someone just poured gasoline on a tiny flame, and those fuckers have no idea to what lengths we will go to protect and save what is ours. You fuck with us, and we will kill you, your family, and anyone you’ve ever loved. I protect what’s mine and I’ll die before I let these bastards get away with hurting Jessa and Wes.