Obsession, Loving An Alpha Male(58)

As he and Jesse, his childhood friend and fellow Army recruit, walked up the steps to his house, he heard a loud scream. It was his mother.

He ran up to the door and opened it as quick as he could. He followed the voices, and what he saw almost made him lose his mind. On the television screen was his sister, tied to a chair, being savagely beaten by some masked man.

“What the fuck is going on? Is that real? Is that Kenya?” Curtis spit out.

“Son,” his father started and walked toward him with his hands up in a calming motion.

He watched with utter amazement as his sister ran for her life then screamed out random things before being dragged back in the room and beaten within an inch of her life. Curtis’ hands balled in tight fists, and his muscles tightened in his entire body. He looked over at Jesse and saw the same look on him as he knew undoubtedly was on himself.

He heard a voice say, “Maybe now you will understand we mean business. The time table has just been pushed up. Have my money within the hour, or she is sold or dies, whichever I decide.” Then the voice laughed, “Well, that is if she isn’t dead already.” He laughed again and the screen went blank.

Curtis looked around the room. They were in the family room of the house. His two sisters, Rasheda and Latisha, who were pale and in shock, were sitting on the couch. Wayne and his parents were there, standing, looking lost. His mom was on the floor crying, and his father just stood there looking at the screen.

Curtis noticed two people he hadn’t ever met before in the room as well. One of the men looked far worse for wear than his sisters did. He was the same height as he was with the same complexion. Curtis’ body was more defined, that of a soldier’s body, and he no longer had hair on his head.

Curtis walked in further and looked over at his father and Wayne.

“Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on, or I swear to God I’m going to start tearing this room apart starting with you.” Curtis pointed at Wayne.

Wayne, who just realized Curtis and his brother, Jesse, were in the room shook his head.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” He frowned and looked over at the two men he didn’t know. “Why don’t you ask them?”

Curtis walked toward Wayne. Curtis used to like Wayne. He felt like his sister was in good hands with him, so seeing that wasn’t the case caused a boiling rage to ensue.

“Yeah well, I’m fucking asking you. You were the one that was supposed to look out for her. She trusted you, I trusted you. What the fuck happened.” Curtis’ voice rose with the last sentence sending his mother in a fit of cries.

“Son,” his dad started again.

Curtis felt a hand touch his arm, and he swatted it away.

“Don’t fucking ‘son’ me. What the fuck did you do? What’s going on?”

“We don’t have time for this, Virgil. We need to get this money if you want to see Kenya alive again.” The older of the unknown men spoke.

Virgil turned and narrowed his eyes as he said, “This is your fault, Baxter. I told you we shouldn’t have asked for an extension. We should have called that CIA woman that you were working with.”

“I told you we couldn’t do that. She wasn’t answering my calls, okay. I’ve tried that. So now we’re here, and if you want to see your daughter again, we have to come up with two point five million dollars in less than an hour,” the older Baxter announced.

Virgil ran his hands over his head. “I don’t have that kind of money.” He looked at the younger man. “Noah, you got my daughter into this. You need to come up with this money.”

Noah frowned. “I got her into this.” He shook his head, “No my friend, this was all you. You’re the one that wanted the million dollar deal.”

“Yes, but not at the price of my daughter.”

Noah laughed. “You’re joking right? You practically begged us to take her off your hands.”

“You bastard, you were supposed to watch after her, but you lost her,” Virgil bit back.

Curtis watched his father frown, but he’d seen that look before. He knew whatever this Noah guy was saying was true. He knew his father.

Curtis said, “So let me get this straight. You…” he pointed at his father “…sold my sister to this piece of shit for what… to make money?”

“That sounds about right!”

Everyone turned around and found the now cramped family room filled with five white men and a black woman, each looking as if they were here to murder each and every one of them.

Curtis frowned. “Who the fuck are you?”

But Josh didn’t reply. He surveyed the room slowly, trying to find any threats. He easily identified everyone in the room, including her brother that just spoke to him.

Josh moved further into the room and looked around. His brothers posted to either side of him, and Misty took his back. Junior, Stanley and Ivan stood by the door with their arms folded.

Josh said, “My name is Agent Cooper, and I was coming here with the intent to ask for you cooperation on getting Kenya back. I was hoping you and I could work together to bring her home in one piece.”

Josh made eye contact with everyone in the room.

He rested his eyes on Kenya’s father. “However, in light of the current situation, I’m going to just take over.”

“How dare you come in here telling us what you’re going to do? You don’t know what’s going on here.” He turned and found the elder of the Baxters talking.

Josh tilted his head. “Oh, I know exactly what’s going on. You and your pussy of a son got mixed up with the wrong group of people for money. You fucked up, and now Kenya is hanging on for her life because of it. I think that sums up everything.” He looked back at her father. “So when they call back for the rest of the money you owe, I’ll talk to them.”

“You will not do a fucking thing,” Noah yelled and stepped forward and moved to stand closer to Josh. He sized him up, realizing that Josh was at least a few inches taller. He puffed out his chest nonetheless and said, “First of all, we don’t know if we can trust you. We’ve dealt with an agency before, and it got us nowhere. Second, my wife’s life is at stake here, and I will not let you or anyone else put her in more danger.” Noah stretched his hand out to grip Josh’s arm, saying, “So why don’t…” but he never finished his sentence.

He was thrown back against the wall with a vicious blow to the face by Josh. Josh kneed him in his balls twice then in his stomach then Josh wrapped his hand around the man’s throat and kneed him again in his balls just for good measure.

Noah got slammed again against the wall, and Josh moved closer to Noah’s ear.

“I know what you did to her… I know about the video site, and I know the real reason why those sons of bitches have her. You sold her to them to pay off your debt…”

Josh squeezed tighter and watched the whites of Noah’s eyes erupt red. Noah scrambled for Josh’s hands, but he couldn’t prevent the tightness that seemed inevitable. Josh wasn’t letting up.

He whispered, “So my advice to you is shut the fuck up and stay out of my sight. Then run as fast as your coward mother fuckin ass can run. Run fast and far, and you better hope and pray I don’t find you, because if I do find you, I’m going to fucking kill you. Do you understand me? You’re a fucking dead man.”

Just when he saw the life slowly leaving Noah’s eyes, he felt a hand on his shoulder and a squeeze. Josh let go of Noah’s neck but not before he took everything he could gather into his fist and connected with Noah’s jaw. Noah dropped instantly. Josh watched Noah’s motionless body, fighting the urge not to kick him in the face.

The moment he turned to the people in the room, he calmed his breathing and realized the room was in chaos.

The women in the room were screaming and crying, and he heard, “Get that crazy son of a bitch away from my son. I’ll have you arrested for this how dare you…”

Josh, rage still fueling him, looked at the elder Baxter and said, “Where were you when he fucking kidnapped her, huh? Where the fuck was you when your fucking son was playing Russian roulette with her life and got off watching her struggle to breathe?” Josh moved to within inches of the old man’s face. He said with a calm he didn’t feel, “Your son is a sick fuck, and you are fucking lucky I don’t put him out of his misery right fucking now.”

No one said a word in the room. Noah’s father simply looked down at his unconscious son then back at Josh.

“But say something else, and I will break his fucking neck right in front of you.” Josh stared at Noah’s father until he looked away.

“What is the meaning of this, Jim?” Kenya’s father asked.

Josh looked his way. Misty came to him with a towel, and he wiped some of the blood from the nose he undoubted broke on Noah.

Josh scoffed, “Wow, like you really give a fuck.”

“Man, who are you?” Curtis asked, frustration etched in his voice.

“You must be her brother, Curtis.” Josh replied, feeling himself calming.

“Curtis Frost?” Misty added.

Josh looked over at her then back at Curtis.