“Sean wi… will… make you… pay.”
His words have every fibre in my body stilling. Garth was right, Sean is still alive.
“Where?” I don’t squeeze the breath out of his body like I want to, instead I want him to tell me where the son of a bitch that traumatized my woman is. “Where?” I roar.
“Fu… fuck o…” he starts to say, but I pull him forward and then push him hard against the wall, again seeing his eyes close in pain.
“Won’t help if he gets concussion!” Tal says in amusement.
Opening my hand, I let him drop to his feet, enjoying in hearing him wheeze as he struggles to breathe.
“You better start talking,” I say. My voice is low, as the words are hard to squeeze through, the lump of rage formed in my throat.
“Nothing to say, asshole. Sean will sort you out. You think I don’t know who you are?”
I fist my hands, not wanting to punch him because I might knock him out.
“Where is Sean?” Tal asks, stepping between the two of us, knowing that if I continue to question him, I might kill him before he gives us the information we need.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he says sarcastically just before Tal draws back his arm and punches him in the gut, which has him bending over as he tries to catch his breath again.
“Now let’s try this again. Where is he?” When the asshole starts to rise, Tal punches him again.
I raise my brows at him.
Tal shrugs. “He wasn’t ready yet,” he quips.
I start to hear sirens in the distance, which tells me that our time is running out. Taking a step forward, I slide my arm around his neck from behind, bringing his back against me.
“Now, where the fuck is Sean? Or if you prefer, I will end your miserable life right now.” My grip is tight, and there is no chance of him escaping my hold.
“Where he has always been,” he spits out in anger. “At home, the bitch thought that…” before he can finish his sentence, I have twisted his neck, hearing his last breath whooshing out of his body. Before the air is completely gone, I have already let go of him and am walking away.
I got what I needed out of him. He hurt or knew that my woman was being tortured and did nothing to help. I will have no mercy for anyone that was an accessory to her pain. Tal and I hurry towards our Harley’s and are just sliding the helmets over our heads when the first fire engine speeds past where we are parked.
I want nothing more than to go straight to where Sean lives and kill him, but the drive within me that’s pulling me home will not be appeased. I will go home first and make sure that my woman is fine before I once again leave to make sure that the evil bastard Sean is sent straight to hell.
“Where to?” Tal asks as I start my bike.
“Home.”
Tal doesn’t say anything as I pull away. He simply follows my lead, riding next to me all the way home.
We pull up outside the club just as Tor and Garth also arrive. “What happened to you?” Tal asks when he sees the deep gash across Garth’s shoulder and down his chest.
Garth shrugs as he inclines his head towards Tor, who is scowling at us. “Tor go a little carried away,” Garth quips which has Tor lifting his hand and showing him the finger. Garth grins as he winks at us before making his way inside. I too turn and start making my way inside when an emptiness fills me.
“No!” I whisper as I take off running towards my room. I hear the men asking me what the problem is, but I can’t answer. Surely, I’m wrong. Surely, she wouldn’t leave knowing that if she is spotted, they will kill her. Slamming my door open, I know what I’m going to find even before I reach there, but I need to make sure. I need to be certain that Esmeralda has left me.
“Esmeralda!” I roar as I throw my head back in despair. Why, why would she leave when I have treated her as carefully as I could?
“Fuck!” I hear Tor growl from behind me. “Find out who let her escape. I want them in my office now.”
“Dag, sense her, see where she is.” Garth says from behind me, his hand on my shoulder. Sense her? The pain coursing through my mind has all my thoughts scattered except the danger that she is in.
Sense her, yes!
Closing my eyes, I try to sense her energy, but it’s not here. Esmeralda has left the property. I will follow her and find her. And when I do, I will bring her back and make her realize that we can’t live without each other. The emptiness that is starting to fill my soul is overwhelming and all consuming. The darkness entrenching itself deep within my being.
I will fight this darkness that is trying to overwhelm me. It’s filling me with rage. I will find my light—find the goodness that is Esmeralda, and bring her back. I will show her that without each other we are lost, and without her I’m a shell of the man I used to be. Without her, I’m just an empty shell that is consumed by rage, darkness, and loss. I will find her.