Page 112 of Pretty Little Fears

“Areyou getting fucking head right now?”Ilaugh.

Ihear some shuffling behind the line and he clears his throat, “Icannot confirm nor deny that.What'sup?”

“Ineed your help.I’mat the house getting ready to leave, can you meet me here?You’llget to torture some people-”I’mcut off asIhear him moving around and he blurts out a response before hanging up.

“I’mon my way.”

Ishake my head,Ishould have started with that.Noteven head could keep him from his one true love, torture.

Soonafter,Grimmenters the garage, ready to fuck some shit up.Throwingthe bagsIpacked while waiting into the trunk,Iwatch asGrimmquickly gathers his own tools, tossing them into a bag and then dropping it into the trunk alongside mine.

“Youknow we won’t need much?”Isay. “Probablyjust a gun and a few rounds of ammo.”

Grimmlooks at me as ifIhad insulted him, “Younever know what you’ll need,Em.”Headmits while shaking his head.

Ichuckle, “Fairenough.”Closingthe trunk,Iround the car and get inside at the same timeIseeBlairswinging the backdoor open.Myeyes harden on her asGrimmjust chokes back a laugh.

“Absolutelynot,Blair.Thereis no fucking wayI’mwillingly putting you in harm’s way.”Mytone is serious, and she knowsI’mnot budging on this.

“Emmett,Iam going whether you like it or not.Iam not some fragile, broken girl.Ican handle this andIwant to help.”Sheslides into the backseat, grabbing her seatbelt and clicking it in place before crossing her arms. “Youwouldn’t even be going to fuckanyshit up if it wasn’t for the informationIgave you!Iwant to help.”

WhenIdon’t respond right away, she shoots me a hard glare as she continues to speak, “Unless, you don’t thinkI’mcapable of doing it because youdothinkI'mbroken?”Sheraises an eyebrow at me in question.Obviously,Idon’t think she’s fucking broken.

“Blair-”

“No.Youdo not get to make this choice for me.I’msafer with you than sitting at home by myself.Drive.”

Herassertive tone is making my cock hard butIwon’t let her know that.Grimmmust catch on because he finally releases the laugh he’s been holding in.Shootingdaggers at him,Istart the car and take off.

“Okay.Butyou do not leave my side fucking once, not for a second.I’mseriousBlair.Ifyou do, you won’t like the consequences, and neither will your ass.”Lookingin the rearview mirror, my warning doesn't seem to phase her as a soft smile splays on her lips and she looks out the window.

Aswe make our way to our destination thatEliprovided,IfillGrimmin. “Whilethis does involve torture, the main purpose is to rescue my mom.”Hishead whips in my direction likeIjust stated the impossible, and in reality,Imay have.Idid see her dead and lifeless, after all.

“Emmett..Whatthe fuck do you mean?”Heasks, clearly confused.

Isigh and explain the details, “WhenBlairwas held captive, she had to go to an event.Atthe event, she believed she saw my mom.ItoldEliabout it and with the help of some detailsBlaircould remember, we were able to find the man that would have been with her.”

Itake a deep breath and continue. “Itsaid the man's guest wasSera.Thephoto looked like her,Grimm.Ican’t explain it butIfeltlike it was her.Thisgala was solely for those involved in human trafficking.ConsideringJameswas a part of that world, it doesn’t feel that crazy.”

Idon’t know whetherI’mtrying to convince him or myself at this point.Hejust nods and that’s as much support asIneed.Therest of the drive is silent as we make our way toRicardo’s.

Pullingup to the property,there isn't a sprawling gate like the majority of my victims' homes had.Nolarge amounts of security measures to keep people out.We’reable to drive straight to the front of the house.Theminute our car pulls up,Ispot the guards standing by the front door.BeforeIcan say anything,Grimmpulls a gun out and shoots both of them directly between the brows.

IhearBlairgasp butGrimm'schoice surely just let whoever’s inside know that we're here.

“Fuck.”I'mhopping out of the car and ripping the trunk open, grabbing the guns thatIhad packed.Grimmpulls out a giant torchIwasn’t aware of, and a gun, leaving his bag of tools inside the vehicle.

Takinga gun,Iput it intoBlair’sshaking hand.

“Youshoot everyone who isn’t me orGrimm.Gotit?”Shenods her head, fear and anticipation swirling in her eyes.Grabbingher hand,Ipull her behind me asGrimmleads the way inside.

Heopens the door, both torch and gun aimed out and ready to use.Aman comes toward the entryway, anger radiating off him as a vein in his forehead protrudes, his own gun flailing in his hand with his erratic movements.

“Whothe fuck are you?I’llshoot you dead if you don’t start talking!”Heshouts.

Myanger rises asIspot the 8-ball on his neck.Witha deadly tone and even deadlier intentions,Ilift my eyes from his tattoo to his face.

“Myname isEmmett.I’mhere forSeraBlackwood.”

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