His show rage, horror, and pain, while mine most likely show peace and acceptance.
He shouts, “Raya!” as my legs give out, seeing that he’s here, and I can finally go in peace, as everything goes black.
Chapter 23
Venom
My tears fall as I lean forward in my chair, placing my elbows on my knees as I rest my mouth on my linked fingers not taking my eyes off Raya asleep in my bed, bruised and cut, her chest slowly moving up and down as she allows her subconscious to keep hold of her like she has for the past twenty nine hours since we found her at Mama’s old house.
Cherri finally fucked up, giving me the information we needed to find my girl.
While we haven’t found her flash drive yet, she was still messaging people, including Hayden, as well as the unknown number I couldn’t trace, which I believe was Mama’s.
I blink, then rub my sore eyes, sleep wanting to take hold, but I push through as I look at the screen, trying to follow the cameras, just as I have been for the past four days, trying to find my girl, every one of Hayden’s men becoming a dead end.
Ivy is inconsolable, Grace has stopped eating, Gregory has been tearing the town apart along with some of my brothers. As for me, I haven’t moved from my computer screen, trying to trace several cameras around town and the surrounding areas, but keep coming to a dead fucking end.
Raya’s car was found on the campus where she’s studying family law, and I’ve followed the cameras to an alleyway not far from our territory, which Hayden dubbed his stomping ground. Hayden was in the mouth of the alleyway before he was hit over the head by Raya with a metal pole, but she was tackled and knocked out before she could hit him again.
Hayden recovered, and with the help of his goon, they dragged Raya into the alleyway, then nothing.
The cameras on the other side showed that they never left through that way, so Dad and Viper went to the convenience store, which, surprise-surprise, had no cameras inside.
They found a tunnel in the basement and followed it through, coming out in the library basement, and since then, I have been trying to trace every camera in that area, not one showing the fuckers leaving with Raya.
Four days she’s been missing, and four days since Mama and Hayden have also gone underground. Not one of his men knew where he went, each one losing their life, including his father Talen, who was the one who ordered the hit on the home Chase died in. He suffered slowly in the hands of my father and Brick, who knew Chase personally, giving Raya the revenge she wanted.
Slowly over the past four days, we have killed most of Hayden’s men, yet he still hasn’t resurfaced.
My phone dings, indicating a message, and I quickly look at it, thinking maybe it’s about Raya, but instead I glare at the device.
Angel:
see, pregnant. I think we should meet up and discuss our future, baby.
I narrow my eyes at the scan photo before I turn my attention back to the computer. I access the hospital database, encode my IP address, and then log in. I type in Angel’s name, Fraya Angelo, and her details show instantly.
“Fraya Angelo came into the ER claiming to be pregnant but was experiencing cramps. A scan showed no fetus, and her hCG levels were low, indicating no pregnancy despite her claims otherwise,” I murmur then mutter, “Lying fucking patch chasing bitch…” And log out of the database.
She’ll get her comeuppance, one way or another but first I need to find my girl.
Just as I think it, my computer makes a noise, and I quickly look and bring up my server, which is flashing. My heart pounds as I see that the chat between Mama and Cherri has been activated, and I quickly open it.
Unknown:
Hayden has decided he wants more fun with Raya before he kills her. We’ll have to wait to negotiate a price for the flash drive.
Fuck….
“Blade,” I shout without moving my eyes off my computer, watching as bubbles appear indicating Cherri is writing back.
“Did you find something?!” he demands as he rushes in, several other footsteps following his before my sister gasps, “Please tell me you found her…”
I feel Blade come up behind me and look at my screen as Cherri messages back.
Cherri:
what? Why? She can’t be that good in the sack!
