Page 20 of Die For Me

Jack narrowed his eyes at me. I could be brave in a room full of people, especially this crowd—my patrons loved me.

“You know where she is. Tell me,” he snarled, attracting looks from my customers.

I looked around at their concerned faces and smiled, showing them I could handle this.

“Wait, I thought you had like, a tracking device implanted in her? Isn’t that how you found her the last time she fled?”

I was being flippant and thoroughly enjoying myself. NowIhad the upper hand.

Jack paused for a moment and then smiled. “Emily. You know just as well as I do that Hana didn’t flee last time. You and Michael tricked my poor wife.” His voice was quiet but menacing.

I snorted. “Your poor wife? Hana is not some helpless little girl. She can make her own decisions. When she’s allowed to.” I raised my eyebrow as I glared at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me again before he looked down at his phone that had begun to ring. His stupid, smug face turned into a bewildered scowl.

He put his phone up to his ear. “Where is she?” he barked out.

I watched as his face turned white before he lowered his phone and stared down at it, his eyes wide.

“What? What is it?” I was desperate for information.

Jack’s jaw clenched. I strained my neck, trying to see what was on his screen, but he looked up at me and gave me the most forbidding look I’d ever seen.

“You think this is a woman who can make her own decisions right now?” He held his phone up and showed me a still of Hana on a bed with Michael fucking her, her hands and feet tied up and tape plastered across her mouth. She was naked and she looked terrified as she looked up at Michael.

“Jack, what the fuck?” I cried out. I almost thought it was something that he had saved in his phone for his own personal, perverted fantasy, but surely he’d never want to see Michael with her.

“He’s taken Hana. I’m going to the police to show them that my wife has been kidnapped.”

Jack

Calling the police proved useless. They had me go to the station to fill out paperwork and told me she was not a “special category” person; she wasn’t a minor, she wasn’t elderly, and there was no proof that she had “involuntarily disappeared.” But I knew my Hana—she wouldn’t have just left without a word, not again. She was obsessed with me. She adored me. Sheneededme.

I knew she had been to Dr. Levin’s office without me but I didn’t know why. That’s another detail that was really bothering me. The tracker on my phone noted she had gone directly to Dr. Levin’s office from our apartment, stayed for five minutes, and then left. Her phone and belongings were just down the street and stayed there until I found them. Was she taken from outside the office? And why the fuck was she there without me?

Going to Dr. Levin’s office was also futile. The office refused to answer any questions I had about why Hana had been there. And apparently Dr. Levin was conveniently out of the office when I wanted to speak with her.

That’s when I decided to go to Emily’s work. The Pit, what a vile name for a bar. It was obviously not popular; the place was dead when I walked in and I immediately spotted Emily behind the bar, giving me the glaring scowl she seemed to reserve for me. My body vibrated with rage as I made my way toward her. She had to know where Hana was; she had to have somehowgotten to her again. She was constantly texting her, but my sweet wife hardly ever responded. And Hana knew better than to answer her phone calls. She knew I liked to know exactly what was going on with her at all times. She didn’t know I’d be able to hear a phone conversation from the spyware on her phone, but I loved that she didn’t even want to take the chance.

Emily didn’t budge, just like I knew she wouldn’t. She was so fucking annoying thinking she knew the truth about me and Hana, but she had no clue. She thought I kept her on a leash? No, Hana was my pet alright, but she knew straying too far would put her in danger; she didn’t need a leash.

Just as I was about to leave, after getting nothing from Emily, my phone started to ring. I took it out of my pocket and realized who was calling: Michael. It was a number I had memorized from seeing his pathetic, endless calls to Hana when she first came to me.

“Where is she?” I snarled into the phone.

“I just finished fucking her, mate. Have a look.”

My heart started to race. My whole face was on fire. I hesitantly removed my phone from my ear to look down at whatever message was just sent to me. And there it was: a video of Michael and Hana, Michael fucking Hana with her hands and ankles bound with rope, her mouth covered with duct tape. I couldn’t hear it yet, but I knew Hana was enjoying herself by the way she looked up at him. He was fucking pounding her. I had never felt as much rage as I did watching that video. But it was also confusing. My dick hardened as I watched them. I was fuming with anger, but the sight of Hana all bound and getting fucked—I hated how much it was turning me on. And Emily wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I couldn’t let her see how much I enjoyed seeing this.

“You think this is a woman who can make her own decisions right now?” I held up the phone to her after I paused the video.

Emily’s eyes practically flew out of her head when she looked at the still.

“Jack, what the fuck?”

Good, she looked terrified enough to believe that Hana was taken. I believed it too.

“He’s taken Hana. I’m going to the police to show them that my wife has been kidnapped.”

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