Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. You are just some guy who will break down when I butcher you, just like any other pig. Save her, and I won’t have to break out my knives, got it?”
“Threats aside, I’m going to find her, and if I have my way, she will never be back in this dump again,” I said honestly. “And you should know I will do everything I can to make her safe. If you think of anything else, call me.” I handed her a business card after writing my personal cell phone number on the back.
“I did actually manage to grab a picture of them when they were down in front of the car. Maybe it’ll help?” She took her phone out of her pocket, an outdated model, but at least it had a camera, and typed away for a moment on the cracked screen before sending me two pictures.
The first one of them showed the car very clearly. The other one was a little grainy, but it showed the men who took her, and Eddie in the car, trying to get out. My heart stopped, and I realized how unbelievably scared she must have been. She probably still was, and I needed to make sure that no one could ever do that to her again.
“When you get her back—and you had better get her back,” the girl threatened, “I never want to see her in a place like this again. You take care of her and make sure she takes care of herself, is that understood?
I nodded and honestly felt a little better knowing that Eddie had at least one good friend in her life. I made a mental note that when this was all over, I would find out more about this friend and see if I could help her in any way too. It was the least I could do if she’d looked out for Eddie before I was able to.
With a deep breath, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to do this on my own. I didn’t have the resources, and I knew who took her. I knew how little of the police force I could trust.
So instead of calling a police chief or a captain or even the goddamn mayor, I called the two people I knew who were well-versed in dealing with men like this.
I called Luc first to see if he was still at the club.
“Yeah, I’m still here, but I was about ready to head home to the wife,” he said.
“Don’t leave, I need your help. In fact, I’m on my way back over there now. Get Marksen to the club immediately. I’m going to need both of your help. Someone took Eddie and I think I know who.”
“We’ll be here waiting for you,” he said as I hung up the phone.
I marched down the stairs again, looking for signs of anyone who might have seen her, who might have seen what direction the car went, but the street was surprisingly clear. It was almost like they had intentionally made sure the street was empty at the time they took her.
I got back in the car and in the midst of telling the driver to go to the club, I realized that my hands were shaking and a cold sweat had broken out down my back again. I couldn’t be seen like this. It would draw too much attention, and God only knew what would happen if that got back to whoever took Eddie.
CHAPTER 38
HARRISON
“Actually, take me to the penthouse,” I told the driver and then sent Luc and Marksen a message.
Change of plan—meet at my place.
Thankfully, there were no accidents, nothing holding me up. This time, I was able to get straight to my home and head upstairs, but I hated it because the apartment didn’t feel right.
The entire atmosphere of this penthouse had changed simply from her presence for a single day, and it now felt empty without her here. I took off my coat and threw it on one of the couches, marched over the broken glass from the table still in the middle of the room, and poured myself a drink.
I slammed it down and immediately poured myself another, the burn helping to focus me and take an edge off my anxiety so I could think clearly.
I didn’t toss the second one back. I didn’t want to overdo it. Eddie needed me to be strong, clear-headed, and focused for her. Instead, I took a sip, set the glass down, and waited.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. Marksen was in my home within minutes, making calls to friends and friends of friends and seeing if they could figure out who took my girl.