Page 27 of Chaos
I have had to put my other plans on hold in the meantime. As much as I wanted to strike at the Kings, I have more important matters to attend to. Zane, Ryker, and Axel will always be here, like the cockroaches they are. For now, my attention needs to be on the girls who are disappearing.
So far, we have had no luck. Michael had seen a blacked-out van, with no license plate, the other night, but lost track of it as it hit state lines. Since then, there have been no sightings of it.
To say I have been pissed off lately would be an understatement. I hate feeling like I am not in control, and this situation is proving that I am far from it. It’s not a feeling I am accustomed to, causing my skin to feel like it is crawling.
Nico, Marco, Bastian, and I are sitting around the oak table in the conference room at my home. I don’t spend much time here, normally conducting my business in the study, but I needed a bigger space for Marco and his equipment. I swear he packed every piece of technology he owns. The rows of laptops and tablets he has set out are crazy. Each one is searching for something different. I asked him to attempt to describe what he is doing, but I got lost five seconds into his explanation.
When Nico and Bastian left at lunchtime to cook, I pulled Marco to the side, asking him to do something for me that the others don’t know. I have that file on Serena, but there were a lot of gaps in the information that could be found, so I asked him to do a more comprehensive search into her background. He agreed without complaint. One of the many laptops is searching into her, but I couldn’t tell you which one.
I look over at my cousin. Nico is five years older than I am. His dark brown hair, which looks almost as black as mine, is in his usual swept-back look. His forest green eyes are staring down at the papers in front of him, reading over every piece of information we have on the missing girls. Even sitting down, you can see how tall he is. I have always been the shorter and smaller one of the two of us, but I caught up to him quickly. He still has an inch or two on me in height, and I may not look as muscular as he does, but we are just as strong.
I glance over at Marco sitting behind his computers. He and I are the same age. His father works for Lorenzo, my uncle and Nico’s guardian. Nico and Marco have been friends for as long as I can remember. Marco is the most muscular of the three of them. Being an underground cage fighter for a few years will do that. By looking at him, you would never guess that he is a tech genius. He is the best I have ever seen. His dark hair is shaved close to his head. His amber eyes are hidden behind his black rimmed glasses as he stares at the screens in front of him.
Lastly, there is Bastian, the youngest of the three. He is sitting in the corner of the room, tossing a tennis ball against the wall, waiting for something to happen. Though he may not be young, two years younger than I and the same age as Serena, he acts like a child. His blonde hair sticks out like a sore thumb in the room. His family isn’t Italian like the rest of us, but he grew up in the mafia. His dad is an advisor for Lorenzo.
My skin still feels like ants are crawling over it as I stare at a page in front of me. Not having the answers I need is becoming more frustrating than I want to admit. I am supposed to keep my city protected, so things like this never happen. I should know who is doing this and be able to put a stop to this. But… I don’t and I can’t.
Those aren’t words I often use in my vocabulary.
A frustrated growl rushes out of me as I throw the papers on the floor. I claw my hand through my hair, gripping tight and pulling. The pain against my scalp was taking away some of the frustration coursing through me. Though it’s only a minor distraction from the rush of emotions tumbling around my body.
I stand from my chair and pace back and forth. Hoping to burn the rage out, but it doesn’t help. Anger is too prevalent in me, and I lash out. Grabbing the back of a chair and throwing it across the room, watching as it shatters against the wall.
“You need to get laid, dude.” Bastian whistles from across the room. I turned to him, my teeth showing and a growl erupting from my lips.
“Bash, cut it off.” Nico scolds before turning back to me. “Why don’t you take a break. Go see that girl you were telling me about.”
At the mention of Serena, the rage simmers down. I never thought a girl would be able to distract me as much as she has. There is nothing I want more than to see her. She should still be in school, but it will be over soon. The only problem with that is driving into the heart of the King’s territory and running intothem. I guess I could play nicely for her.
I run my fingers through my hair, and my decision is made. Nico is right, I have spent far too long cooped up in the house and focusing on this problem. I need to get out. I need to clear my head so I can come back with a new perspective.
Bastian gets up from his chair, walks to the table, grabs the keys for their rental, and tosses them to me. “This way, you might blend in a little more, and no one should recognize you.” He shrugs his shoulders.
I catch the keys in the air and give him an appreciative smile. Leave it to Bastian to think about sex more than work. I should stay, keep working, and find where those girls have gone. I should be responsible, but that is the only thing I have ever done. I haven’t been free from my responsibilities in years. But he is right. I need to get out, get laid (though I am not expecting that to happen), and relax. I am not good to anyone in my current condition.
As selfish as it may seem, I need this. A night of fun. A way to relax and regroup before jumping back into the task at hand. I trust Nico to keep working and find something. He will keep the other two in check.
I practically ran out of the house and into the white Audi A4 that Nico rented while he was here. I wonder how Bastian thought this would blend in more than any of my cars, but at least no one knows whose car this is.
I start the engine and take off down the driveway, through Richmond and towards the highway. I should make it to her school just before the day ends for her. Then I can whisk her away and spend some time with her.
Just knowing that I will see her soon enough is making the crawling disappear. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but I can’t get enough. She is unique. She is breathtaking. She is innocent, but I can see chaos in her that I have never seen before. I need to know more about her.
I need to have her.
Before I know it, I am pulling off the highway and making my way towards the school. I passed a few motorcycles on my drive, but thankfully, the windows are tinted enough that no one can see in. I pulled into the parking lot and searched for her car. It’s parked right in front of the lot, so I pull my car to the back and park it, with a perfect view of the front door.
It doesn’t take long for the bell to ring and students come rushing out of the school. I eagerly watched the crowd. Searching for the girl who has possessed my thoughts from the moment I saw her.
I am still trying to figure out what it is about her, but I don’t think I could put it into words. The day I met her at The Den, I knew I needed her. Finding out she also had the attraction of the King’s makes it a little more complicated, but that doesn’t matter to me. If I can get a little revenge at the same time, it makes it more entertaining for me.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Nerves start to get to me. What if she doesn’t want to see me? We haven’t spoken since I saw her at the Halloween party. I tried texting her that one night, but he never responded, or even opened the message I sent.
Am I being a whinny bitch? Yes. Do I care currently? No.
The crowd starts to thin out, most already in their cars and driving home or walking down the street. I step out of the car, lock the doors, and walk over to her car. I lean against it, my arms crossed over my chest, making my muscles pop against my shirt. Suddenly I wished I were wearing a t-shirt instead of this stupid linen long-sleeved shirt.
