19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
ARGENT
T o say that tensions and testosterone are running high would be an understatement. Adrian found out about Chloe and Demitri and he is pissed. It's not a good feeling when you find out that a guy who became a good friend has been sleeping with your sister.
After leaving the warehouse, I decided to stop at Aiden to see if he had found anything on where Zavier may be hiding before I head home to see Star after her appointment.
As we gather around Aiden’s chaotic workstation, I can’t help but notice the intense glare exchanged between the two boys, their eyes shooting daggers at each other with each passing moment. It’s enough to make me chuckle.
However, the laughter is short-lived as the room falls silent, interrupted only by Aiden’s sinister chuckle. “What is it?” I ask, leaning closer to the glowing monitor. “Found him,” he proudly announces, a wide smile stretching across his face as he points to the screen.
Squinting my eyes, I see the location where Aiden found a ping on his phone. He’s at a motel outside the city. Adrenaline courses through me, my heart pounding in my chest as I fixate on the screen. Today is the day I find this asshole and slaughter him like the fucking pig he is.
“Send me the location. Good job,” I say, patting Aiden on the back before making my way to the door. “If you ladies are done sulking, let’s go,” I taunt Adrian and Demitri with a smirk playing on my lips before striding towards the car, both of them following closely behind.
I’m coming for you, Zavier. Hope you’re ready.
As we make our way to the motel, the tension in the car is palpable. The silence is broken by the incessant bickering of the two idiots. Adrian can’t accept the fact that his little sister isn’t a virgin anymore—like Demitri was her first.
Fucking idiot.
Finally arriving at our destination, I speak up, my words dripping with impatience, “Shut the fuck up... we’re here.” The sudden harshness in my tone catches them off guard, and they instantly fall silent. We all divert our attention to the motel looming in front of us.
“Come on,” Stepping out of the car, I take a moment to adjust my sleeves before slamming the door shut. I lead the way towards the motel office, but Adrian halts me in my tracks. “Hey, we can’t just walk in and demand the room number. They won’t just give it to us,” he cautions. He clearly underestimates me. Although he’s right, we need to acquire the room number without causing a scene or arousing suspicion.
Entering the office, we are met by a tired-looking woman in her early 60s. Her exhausted eyes lock onto us as we enter, and I can almost hear her sigh of resignation as she reaches for some paperwork. The room is filled with the faint smell of stale coffee and old wood, giving it a slightly musty odor.
“One bed?”
Adrian steps forward, closer to the desk, and starts speaking. “What? No, um, we are actually looking for someone.”
“Listen gentlemen, with all due respect—if you’re not happy in your marriages, just divorce and get it over with. Stop sneaking off to have male orgies at random motels.” Her blunt statement hangs in the air, leaving me speechless.
“What the fuck—no, darling, we aren’t here for any of that. First of all—what kind of people do you let in here because, damn. And second—one of our friends got drunk last night at his bachelor’s and it’s his wedding today. We really need to get him to his future wife or we will all be dead meat.” Demitri says, leaning on the counter, flashing her his brightest smile.
Adrian and I exchange glances, struggling to contain our laughter. We are amazed by how skillfully Demitri can fabricate a story on the spot.
The older lady gives him a warm smile, her eyes crinkling with kindness. “Oh, no problem dear,” she says, her voice gentle and comforting. “What’s your friend’s name?” Demitri gives Zavier’s name, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and nerves, and she tells him the room number. As we make our way to his room, the sound of our footsteps echoes through the hallway.
“That was smooth,” Adrian says to Demitri, his hand patting him on the back with a reassuring thud.
“I deserve a fucking medal for that.” He says with a chuckle. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. We stop in front of the door, and I can’t help but stare at it, my eyes fixated on the wooden surface. He’s in there. Finally, after all this time, I’ve got him. My palms feel slick with sweat as I reach out to knock, but before I can, Adrian beats me to it. I shoot him a glare, my eyes narrowing .
“Who is it?” Zavier’s voice echoes from inside the room, filled with fear and uncertainty. My heart skips a beat, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation coursing through me. We all exchange nervous glances, unsure of how to proceed, and how to convince him to open the door.
“The office sent me with some fresh towels, sir,” Demitri says, his voice suddenly high-pitched and absurdly accented. I can’t help but cover my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle the laughter that threatens to escape.
Suddenly, we hear the click of the lock, and the door swings open. Zavier’s eyes widen, his face draining of color as he takes in our looming figures in the doorway.
He quickly tries to slam the door shut, but I press my hand firmly against it, feeling the cold wood beneath my palm as I stop it. Forcefully, I push the door open, the hinges creaking in protest, and Zavier runs further into the room.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” I ask, venom lacing my voice as I step closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m ready to rip his pathetic face off, my fingers itching with anger. Anger spreads through me like wildfire, a burning sensation coursing through my veins as I lock my eyes on the man who took my little star from me and broke her into a million pieces that I have to put back together.
Suddenly, he pulls a gun out from behind him, the metallic glint catching the light, and points it at us, the barrel trembling in his hand. “Don’t come any closer!” Adrian and Demitri freeze in their tracks, their breaths held, while I stare at him, unfazed by his threat.
Without thinking twice, I lunge at him, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I try to grab the gun, feeling the cold metal against my skin. He falls backward on the table, the wood cracking beneath his weight, taking me with him as I grab his arm that has the gun.
Just as I hit him in the face with my elbow, a shot goes off, the deafening sound ringing in my ears. I slowly let him go, my eyes never leaving his, as I gently graze my fingers over the material covering my stomach, feeling a searing pain. Looking down at my hand, crimson covers my fingers, the metallic scent of blood filling my nostrils, and I fall to my knees, the floor hard against my skin .
I hear the sound of Demitri’s voice breaking through the pounding of my heart in my ears. “Get him to the car, Adrian!” Before my back meets the ground, hands grab onto my shoulders, their grip firm. My eyes connect with Adrian as he tries to pull me out of the room.
As he drags me towards the door, I see Demitri grab Zavier by the throat, the sound of bones crunching echoing in the room, slamming his head into the table and against the wall. It’s been years since I saw him lose his head, the anger radiating off him in waves. It’s not a pretty sight when he does.
“Demitri, stop!” I try to yell at him, the desperation in my voice evident, and he slams Zavier to the ground before Adrian lets me go and runs back in, grabbing Demitri by the shirt and pulling him back towards the door. They both lift me to my feet, each of my arms around their shoulders. “Don’t let him get away.”
“Fuck that, Argent! We’ll find him again, you need a hospital.” Adrian interjects, the urgency in his voice clear, as he opens the back door and slings me inside before getting behind the wheel. Demitri gets in beside me and we speed off, the tires screeching against the pavement.
As Demitri applies pressure to the wound on my stomach, I can’t help but let out a hiss of pain. The world around me starts to fade as black spots creep into my vision.
“Hold on,” he pleads, his voice filled with urgency. “We’re almost there... just a little longer—hold on. I can’t lose you, brother.” His voice fades as I lose grip on reality, the darkness fully taking over.