Him
Irush outside the cellar and into the dark shed, kick start my bike and speed up without even managing to get a look at my phone. Wherever the fuck I dropped it.
Their voices from behind me fade away, as I hurry away from the dirt path towards the connecting road. A voice screaming inside my head – You shouldn’t have let anger work its way. She needed you. You could have intervened right in the beginning.
I pulled her into my protection for five fucking days and still couldn’t get myself to face her directly about her deception. If only I raged it out... Or better, if I would have forgiven her. After all she was doing it for a purpose.
Jess has not been found and with every passing day the chances of finding her unharmed are decreasing steadily. Even when Black is certain that she has not been kidnapped, and is probably being held at a private location only for Disha to get lured into it.
I don’t doubt his intelligence. But I do not want to imagine what I would become if he actually found out that my baby’s office bestie was teaming up with those shitholes to push her into this mess.
The speed for which this bike was built, is proving useful tonight, as I race past the twenty-minute forest drive in about seven minutes only. If this was another day, I would have hooted so bad. But her tensed voice is making me crazier by the second, and the urge to twist the accelerator wildly is inevitably strong.
As soon as I reach the road connecting to the neighborhood, I spot a duo of unknown vehicles parked right outside the society on the other side of the road. Both are identical black SUVs with no number plates. Strange enough, they take off right as I enter my biometrics on the entrance gate.
What were they waiting for?
My heart race picks up further when she hangs up; I told her to be on the line, the entire time until I reached her. I rush over to the steps, having no patience for the elevator, gasping and stumbling my way up to the eleventh floor. I bang her door thrice; ringing the doorbell simultaneously.
When the knob turns and her front door parts, I barge in and pull her into a fierce hug. “Thank God! I thought –” I brush the beautiful dark waves off her damp cheeks before cupping her face, “I thought I lost you... I can’t – can’t lose you!”
When she wraps around my body like she’s holding on to dear life, I realize how fucking stupid I’d been to punish her. Her cries are hysterical as she sits down between my legs on the floor, explaining what the hell she’d been up to. And my brain is finally screaming at the possibility of letting something happen to her.
“And then he threatened me... he threatened me Nakul.” She is panting and sobbing at the same time, leaving crescents where her nails dig into my skin as she holds my hand like I would vanish if she didn’t.
“Take me somewhere. He’s coming for me Nakul. Please... Hide me somewhere. He is coming for me. I need to hide somewhere.” Her voice fading inside my chest. My foolishness is costing her – her sanity.
“Shh baby you’re not alone. No one’s touching you...”
“Promise me?”
“I promise! Let’s pack your stuff... You’re leaving with me.”
Her eyes fill with fresh tears... only this time these tears are of relief. She’s controlling her sobs, which means she’s trusting her life on me. And for some unknown reason, that makes me feel like crying too.
Picking her up in my arms, I carry her to the bedside; where she sits watching as I silently pack every one of her essentials in a suitcase. I avoid making any conversation at the moment; she’s sore from the horrendous experience and I don’t need to bring up anything right now. The calm is coming back, and that’s all I’d pray for at the moment.
The drive back is short and mostly silent while she hugs me from behind, possibly scared that this might turn out to be a dream.
But something is knocking inside my head all the way past all this chaos. Those people out there may actually have been waiting for further instruction; possibly – to abduct her.
The silence even when she reaches the cabin, even when my friends reach out to her, is in itself a tell-tale of how horrified that man has made her feel.
The woman who had always been all okay by herself, is holding my hand even while she eats. Even while she changes into her night clothes. Even while she brushes and showers. And all I can think of is how bad I’d like to punch the living shit out of the asshole who has frightened her enough to do so.
Tucking the comforter around her making sure it does not disrupt her shallow sleep, I fall back into the mattress thinking about all mess around us. The possible reasons as to why this man may have waited to talk to her in the first place.
Could this be the reason why I’d been blocked from the site? Could he be the one to block my bitcoin account as well?
And how the hell did he know about me... not in her boyfriend kind of way. Me – my name. What could he mean by what he said about knowing me too well? Why so confident? Do I know this person somehow?
Because if I do, that might make my task much easier.
My task – Killing the bastard!