Chapter Nineteen
Matteo
Nothing will ever get me more excited than killing a bastard. Max Penfield deserves everything we are going to do to him tonight. I haven’t killed in a week and I may go insane if I have to wait any longer. We were going to do this last night, but we got the text from Sawyer and rushed back to the motel. I thought we were going to go get Sarah right then and there, but all we did was stalk Ryker’s therapist. I don’t know how Damon could tell it was her from across the street of Alchemy. What are the odds that she went to the same bar where Max frequents?
“Do you really think it's Sarah?” Ryker asks from the passenger seat.
“With how persistent Damon is, yes.” I park the car a block away from Max’s flat. We found this place when we lost Max at Alchemy and did more recon on him. This place is a lot less guarded and the perfect location to torture this fuck.
“I can’t believe it was her this whole time. If Damon had shown me a picture or something then I could have told him she was my therapist,” Ryker sighs.
“He hasn’t seen her since she was a child. He never had any pictures of her. ”
“Do you think someone could remember what someone looks like after not seeing them for longer than a decade?”
Before leaving the car I look over at Ryker. “Would you remember someone's face if you were completely infatuated with them? Damon’s world revolves around Sarah, there was no way he was going to forget about her.”
Ryker follows me across the street and we hide behind the fence. This place didn’t have any cameras that Sawyer could find. Max seems to like to live on the risky side with this place. Having a popular daddy and being a piece of shit has got to put a target on your back.
“ I don’t know how I’m going to meet with her Monday,” Ryker confesses. I look at the dark house and try to see if Max has anyone else inside. All of the lights are off besides the outside light. His fancy car is parked in the driveway and it's quiet.
“You may not have to if Damon has his way and takes her,” I admit. I know how Damon is and when he wants something, he takes it. Sawyer is our voice of reason and most of the time he can get Damon to think things over before being rash, but I don’t think that will happen when it comes to Sarah.
“You think he will kidnap her?” Ryker asks as we advance on the flat. Thankfully the outside lights aren’t
motion-detected and stay on. The neighbor's houses are quiet and Sawyer disabled their feeds yesterday. They’re watching a loop of the previous day. They shouldn’t notice as long as we get this done tonight. Then Sawyer can connect them back to the live feed as if nothing happened.
“We will see. I wouldn’t mind getting her sooner and having some fun. I don’t know how you manage to get anything done during your sessions,” I smirk. I am quite excited to get Sarah in my clutches. Even though Damon has claimed her as his, that means she is all of ours. None of us have our own things. What one reaper has, all the reapers have.
We sneak to the back door and Ryker pulls out the lock- picking kit. I am a bit embarrassed at the fact that I can’t do something as cool as pick a lock. I’m more of a punch a hole in the door or bust a window to get in, but I obviously can’t do that here.
“We're in,” Ryker whispers. I head over to the security system and punch in the code Sawyer gave me. I stand next to Ryker in the living room and flick the light on. “What the hell happened?” Ryker asks.
“It could be from a party,” I say. The living room is
trashed and looks rummaged through. I nod toward the stairs and we make our way upstairs to see if Max is asleep. We split up and each take a hallway. I slowly check each room and they're all trashed as if someone was looking for something.
“Nothing,” Ryker says when we meet at the stairs
again. I look around the trashed flat again and anger bubbles out of me.
“Fuck,” I yell. I need to kill something. “I knew we should have done this last night. Now someone beat us to it.”
“Who else would want Max?” Ryker asks.
“Take your pick. He’s a serial rapist who I’m pretty sure caused the suicide of one of his victims,” I sigh. “Let’s go,” I spat.