Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EMMETT
Based on the address Eli had given us, Blair had been under my nose this entire time. The fucker is an hour drive at most. Lorenzo is in Edinburg , just a few cities over. My obsession has been stored so close by this entire time and I couldn’t fucking find her sooner. Fuck .
FUCK .
With my bike at its max speed, Grimm and I make our way towards the home that Blair has been trapped in. I look back over my shoulder at Grimm as he gives me a slight nod. He’s helped me through this whole process, and I make a mental note to let him know how grateful I am once this is all over.
Trees line the long path as we make our way towards the house. We slow down, not wanting to alert them of our presence. The home is secluded and trees go on for what must be miles, putting the home truly in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't a town or city for the last twenty minutes of our drive .
I can see the gate in the distance, guards line its walls with machine guns strapped to their backs. A singular man stands in front of the gate with his arms crossed. A plan hatches in my mind. “ I’ll take out the guy in front of the gate, shoot every fucker lining the walls that you spot,” I speak into the helmet, letting Grimm know the plan.
“ Got it.” He says, clearly trying to hide the excitement in his tone. Pulling the gun from my waistband, I get ready to aim at the man in the center. We both slow our bikes and head straight towards them. They didn't see us slink up due to the shadows from the trees. I steady my aim and shoot, the bullet going straight through his head. Grimm flies past me, raining bullets on the guards who scramble for the guns stupidly strapped to their backs.
With each bullet firing from his gun, another thud of a body hitting the ground makes itself known. Grimm makes quick work of the other guards and I head over to where he is. I’m sure whoever’s inside is aware of intruders. They may have not had the chance to alert anyone, but I’m sure the shots were heard.
When all the guards in sight are lifeless on the ground and no others come running, we turn off our bikes and hop off, looking for a way beyond the gate. Climbing it could be an option but if there's a quicker way inside, I’m taking it.
I jog towards the entrance and look around. A square system is attached to the front gate. I tap it as a scanner in the shape of a thumb fills the screen. Looking down at the man dead at my feet, I crouch down and remove my pocket knife, working the skin of his thumb pad off. Fucking idiots.
Once the layer has been removed, I slap the blooded skin to the scann er and watch as the light blinks green, the gates opening.
Again , fucking idiots.
Slinking up the driveway, I look over the expansive home. There’s a lot of ground to cover, but not enough fucking time. “ I think we need to split up,” I suggest. Grimm gives me an understanding nod and as I turn to go one way, he heads in the opposite direction.
I head towards the left wing of the house as Grimm turns to take the right. Based on the calmness surrounding the place, I assume that Lorenzo is entirely unaware of the hunters on his grounds. The house is far back enough from the gate that it makes sense. Fucking dumbass.
I search the halls and rooms, coming up with nothing. There are a few female workers, yet they don’t bother me. They know better than to tempt a predator ready to attack.
Coming to a room at the end of the hall, my initial reaction is that this must be the master bedroom, based on the sheer size. Lifting my gun, I make my way into the room, careful to not alert the possible people inside of my occupancy inside the home. As I get closer to the doorway, I can hear the sound of running water. I release a breath and lower my gun. I gently push open the door and creep inside.
Looking around the room, I spot a photo sitting on the bedside table. I pick it up and inspect its contents. Based on the photo that Eli sent us, this is his room. Only someone as egotistical as Lorenzo would have a photo of himself on his bedside table. I scoff while setting it back down.
What a fucking prick.
The sound of the running water stops, causing my head to snap in the direction of what must be the bathroom door. Movement of shuffling and closing of drawers sounds from the other room. I make my way around the room and go to stand behind a large dresser that’ll shield me from his view.
The piece of shit makes his way out of the bathroom stark naked, strolling towards his closet. Like a predator becoming alert to another predator in his territory, he freezes. He doesn't have time to defend himself before I'm out and aiming the gun at his head. Already stopped in his tracks, he quickly goes to reach for what I can assume is a gun of his own. Before he gets the chance I'm taking aim and shooting him straight in his useless excuse of a dick.
I want to shoot him in the head and watch him bleed out but I need to know where he’s holding Blair . She might not even be here for all I know. He lets out a roaring shout, reaching down to salvage his dismembered appendage. “ Where the fuck is she?!” I shout over him. He doesn’t answer me as curses spew from his mouth. I raise my arm, getting ready to shoot him again.
Before I can act, I feel the slight prick of a needle in my neck and I quickly succumb to the chemicals being pumped into my arteries.
FUCK !
My eyes open and I am abruptly made aware of my situation. My body is trying to alert me of a known presence but I'm too focused on my trapped limbs. My wrists are cuffed, attached to long chains that are connected to the wall. The fucking irony of the amount of people I had in this same position that I’m now in, doesn’t go unnoticed.
It's not lost on me that I've been in this situation before, either. But when I look at the wall, I know I won’t be able to punch and yank my way out of this one. My breathing starts to become shorter. I’m fucking trapped. How will I get to Blair if I’m fucking trapped? The smell of vomit fills my nostrils every time I try to inhale.
Trying to drink in a breath of air alerts me to the feeling of a large metal collar lining my neck. This can’t be happening again. Motherfucker . Fuck !
FUCK .
It isn't until there’s a slight movement in the corner of the room, that I realize I'm not alone. My body was trying to tell me I had company but the thought of being trapped and unable to get to Blair clouded it. My head snaps in that direction and my heart sinks to my feet.
There she is. My little obsession. She's bruised, bloodied, and naked but she's here. She's alive.
I can finally fucking breathe again.