17. Chapter 17
Chapter 1 7
ARGENT
L ast night was a whirlwind of emotions, both the best and the worst I’ve ever experienced. Watching Starlet take control back was beyond amazing. I could have easily freed my restrained arms, but I chose not to.
I surrendered myself to her, allowing her to do as she pleased. Every touch, every command. I obeyed willingly, understanding that it was what she needed.
But then, everything came crashing down when she finally opened up about what happened to her. The horrors she endured, the abuse she suffered. Every hit, every kick… every rape .
The mere thought of what he did to her has my blood boiling all over again. My heart shattered into a million pieces when she told me about the pregnancy.
That bastard got her pregnant, and she almost died by taking matters into her own hands. The fear she must have felt is unimaginable.
Zavier better pray that I don’t find him before the police do. He will wish for the confines of a prison cell compared to what I have in store for him. Determination fuels my steps as I make my way to the kitchen, where shattering and giggling fill the air. It warms my heart instantly. This is where my little star belongs.
Stepping into the kitchen, I’m met with the sight of Chloe spinning around, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing in accusation. I raise an eyebrow, pausing in my tracks and bracing myself for whatever is about to come out of her mouth.
“What the hell did you two do? Try to kill each other?” she asks, waving her hands around. Her words hang in the air as confusion washes over me. I look at Starlet, a small smirk playing on her lips before she turns her attention back to the sink .
“What are you talking about, Chlo?” I ask, amusement lacing my voice as I observe the disbelief etched on her face.
“Starlet’s fingers have slash marks, and there’s blood seeping through your fancy shirt, big boy.” Chloe gestures towards Starlet’s hands, her voice filled with concern.
Frowning, I lower my head and as she said, a red stain mars the pristine white of my button-up shirt. Chuckling softly, I lift my eyes to meet Starlet’s gaze, her mischievous smile telling me everything I need to know.
“Don’t look at me,” I retort, the sound of my voice laced with a hint of defiance. My fingers deftly work their way down the buttons of my shirt. “And don’t let her innocent face fool you,” I say, my words accompanied by a mischievous wink directed at Starlet.
Starlet’s mouth drops open, a mixture of surprise and disbelief etched across her face. Leaving them both behind, I make my way towards the bedroom.
Guess black would be a better option.
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t find him?” The fury in my voice reverberates through the dimly lit warehouse, its echo bouncing off the cold concrete walls. “How does this guy just vanish into thin air so that neither you nor me—not even a fucking hacker can find him?” The rage courses through my veins, my blood reaching its boiling point.
How can Zavier simply disappear without leaving a single trace behind? He did the same when he held Starlet captive, and now he’s done it again. I’ve always had the ability to track down anyone, regardless of the information I had, but him—he’s like a phantom, a ghost.
To be honest, I can’t entirely blame him. Ever since Starlet gave her statement, revealing that he had not only abducted her but also multiple other girls, only to brutally murder them, there’s a relentless manhunt for him. And let’s not forget how he lied to her about my death. He knows I’m searching for him too, and when I finally find him, he’ll beg me to end his miserable existence.
“I don’t know what to tell you, kid. It’s like he doesn’t exist. His social media, photos, everything has been wiped clean,” Joe explains, his voice tinged with frustration, as he rubs the back of his neck.
I’m not angry at him; I just need to find this scumbag and make him pay. My frustration consumes me as I slump into the worn leather desk chair, my mind drifting to Starlet.
She finally mustered the courage to visit the psychologist recommended by the officer. She needs that, the help that I can’t provide. All I can do is to be there for her, hold her tightly, and make her feel safe again.
But right now, she needs more than just my presence if she’s ever going to regain her old self. Though, in my heart, I know she’ll never be the same again.
“Okay, okay. I apologize for losing it earlier, Joe. It’s not your fault. We will find him... one way or another,” I say, my voice steadier now, as I rise from the chair and make my way towards the door. Joe offers me a sympathetic smile, patting my shoulder in understanding before I head back to the car.
I want to be home when Starlet gets back. Though I may not have all the answers to her mental turmoil, I can physically show her just how much she means to me.