Lost in Silence (The Lost Series Book 1)(83)

I look for my sister, she’s wrapped into King’s side but their eyes are on me.

“Why didn’t you tell us,” Zero asks, he’s no longer propped up on the floor. I look over at him. His left eye has begun to swell from the initial blow.

“She didn’t want us to know,” Missy answered for me. “She was afraid we wouldn’t look at her the same. She’s ashamed of it, even though none of it is her fault.”

My sister was perceptive but she’d also spent a lot of time with Alice, so she knew the way her mind worked. The back door opens, making everyone jump, Bear steps inside, his eyes meeting mine.

“I’ve got a lead,” his gruff voice is emotionless but I can see the churning in his eyes. “Buddy of mine reported a man fitting Erik’s description boarding a private plane two hours ago. He was carrying a sleeping woman.”

I was in motion before my brain could catch up with my body. “Where were they headed?”

“Arizona,” he steps aside, following me out of the house. I went for my truck but realized it was blocked in the driveway.

“Here, take mine,” Dizzy tosses me the keys to his bike parked on the street. I nod his direction and mount the machine. Bear mounts his own bike.

“Get on the phone King, I don’t care what you have to do, but you get me a plane,” I yell over my shoulder before turning the key on the bike. It rumbles to life beneath me. I don’t hear anything beyond the sounds of the Harley’s engine and I don’t bother looking back to see if King heard me.

I had to get to Arizona before it was too late.

*****

Erik

Three snow white lines are meticulously lined up on the spotless mirror. I wipe the black American Express with a tissue, cleaning off the powder before sliding it back into my wallet. A hundred dollar bill, rolled like a straw, neatly lays off to the side, one end sporting the white residue.

I picked up the makeshift straw and began sniffing each line, one right after the other. I’d just snorted a few lines not too long ago but I had sniffed this shit for so long, I needed obscene amounts at a time just to get the rush.

Picking up her cell phone, I dial his number. Let the games begin...

“Alice?” his voice comes on the line, just like I was hoping it would.

Perfect.

“She’s a bit tied up right now,” I chuckle thinking about the woman hanging by her wrists in the next room. My dick stirs to life. This is going to be fun.

“What do you want?” He asks and I can hear shuffling in the background. Good, he has his team moving, not that it matters. They’d never make it in time.

“I have what I want, Hudson,” I grin, fully amused with myself. “I forgot how beautiful she was and fuck, the fire you put in her, fucking hot. I’m gonna love giving it to her now, especially when she fights back. Tight pussy that one, no matter how much cock filled it, always tight. Did you enjoy your taste of it?”

“You sick son of a bitch, if you fucking touch her…”

“Tsk, tsk, soldier boy,” oh yes, this will be fun. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. You see, I know you’re tracing this call and I suspect you’ll have triangulated our location by now, something I’m counting on. I imagine a grave look coming over your face and that of your team when you realize we’re in another state. I bet your each racking your tiny brains trying to figure out just how fast you can get here. But as the truth finally hits you and the blood runs cold through your veins, you realize you’ll never see her again. At least not alive. I’ll make you deal though, I’ll leave just enough to positively identify her body.”

“You’re sick, do you know that?”

“I’m not sick Hudson, I’m taking care of what is mine and she is mine. She must be punished for her bad behavior,” I close my eyes imagining the screams I’m going to coax from her small frame. The thoughts send shivers of excitement throughout my body. “Did you enjoy making her scream Hudson, that tight little pussy? I know I will but the screams I’ll cause won’t be for her pleasure but rather my own.”

“What do you want?” He sounds desperate, I like it. I can use that when I’m teaching her the ultimate lesson. The thought of telling her he begged for her life, the life I would take from her, got me solid. I can taste the salt of her tears on my lips, tears she would shed for her lover and his broken heart.

“I already told you, I have what I want.”

“How much?”

“Pardon?”

“How much to buy her?”

“I’m afraid I’m no longer leasing her out.”