Page 117 of Ruin

Mason kicks the front door down, and we walk straight to the office. We ignore all of his security who don’t have time to react. Cain and I walk straight over to the desk, and I smile at him.

“Where is she?” I ask. One thing I’ve learnt from Cain over the years, is to stay calm, and have a poker face. I might not be as good as him yet, but I’m learning.

“Don’t know who you’re talking about.” Riley leans back in his chair and starts swinging it from side to side, which only makes me laugh.

“You have one minute to tell me where she is, before you start losing family members a little quicker than I have planned.” Riley sits up straight in his chair, slamming his hands on the desk, then stands up.

“You threat-”

I stop him. “You started this fight. I came out of The Pit, and you came for me. I stayed quiet to let you play your game, but now you’ve taken it too far,” I shout at him as I walk around the desk and stand face to face with him. “Now, I’m about to finish this fight, but how it ends is all down to you.” I push him back to sit down, and he gets straight back up.

“What does that mean?”

“I told you, Riley, I know every person your son killed. Their families are now looking for revenge themselves-”

“You, little boy, are nothing. You killed my son!” he screams into my face, and I have to smile.

“I killed a lot of families, sons, fathers, the list can go on, and your son did the same. We’ve had this conversation, now tell me where she is.” I push him a little again, and he laughs.

“She could be in Mexico by now, or France, Columbia. She could be anywhere by now.” My blood boils. I can feel the anger slowly building up inside me. I’ve read his file and there is nothing about him trafficking girls, so that makes very little sense. If there was any sign of trafficking then I would have been here the very second he took her. “Or in my basement, for my men to have fun wi-” Before he can even finish his sentence I punch him hard enough his head snaps to the side. I don’t let him get himself together before I punch him again.

“You messed with the wrong fucking person!” I shout at him as I continue to punch him. “I’m going to make your fucking life so goddamn painful. You’ll wish we killed you straight away!” I shout as I continue to punch him until I feel arms around me.

“Come on, you don’t want to kill him.” I hear Cain in my ear, and I push him away from me so I can straighten myself out. I look down at my hands and see the blood covering them. Shaking my head, I look back at Riley and smile.

“You started this, remember that. We came to you and gave you the option to stop whatever is going to happen, but you didn’t. If anything happens to her, I promise I will kill your wife while you fucking watch.” Walking back to the front of the desk, I wipe the back of my hand on it leaving traces of his blood. I pick up a frame with a picture of his family. “I’ll be getting in touch with one family at a time, and telling them it was your son who sent their family member back to them in a body bag. Each family will be told they can only kill one member of your family.” I put the frame back down, and lock eyes with Riley who is fighting to breathe at the moment, but I grab the frame again. “I will continue to tell families who your son killed, until you have no one left. You sent your son to The Pit, you knew the risk, you lit the match, but I’m about to burn you to the ground.” He looks between me and Cain, then glances over at my brothers who I’ve just noticed have his men blocked out of the way. “Now where is she?” He returns with silence, and now I have to laugh. “Tell me where she is, and I might give you a few more years with your wife and have someone else killed instead of her.”

“Someone called Robert took her.”

Before I can do anything, Cain is pushing me out of the office, he knows who that is, and he also knows my head is going to be in one fucked up space thinking of every worst-case scenario Robert will be doing to her.

Pushing me out to the car, Cain makes a phone call and gives the person on the phone the name of one of Riley's family members. His voice becomes a blur in my ear, and I kick my car to get some anger out. I’m trying to think where Robert would have taken her. But I don’t know him well enough.

Robert is the fucking last person she needs to be around, because he will hurt her in ways I promised no one will ever hurt her again. I broke my fucking promise because this bastard wanted to play a goddamn game. Now my girl is scared and hurting. I knew I should have taken Robert there and then, but how was I supposed to know he knew Riley. There was no logical way of him even knowing Riley or his family.

Fuck.

THIRTY-THREE

ROBERT

I sitin the corner of the bar, looking out at everyone dancing. Looking at the women who are at the bar, seeing which one I can take my anger out on. She left me. She thought I would let her walk away. She's wrong.

I need time to think of a plan, because when I get her back I’m going to make sure he can’t find her.

“You want a refill?” My buddy Brad pats my back as he joins me at the bar. I nod and put my hand up to get the barman’s attention. I put two fingers up letting him know we want more drinks. “So, I’ve been asking around about Declan Crawford for you.” Just hearing his name makes me want to snap someone's neck.

It’s hard finding friends, especially when you like things a certain way. Where can you find friends who like little girls? Or men who like to make sure their girls suffer excruciating pain and then enjoy watching them suffer.

How do you explain to people you’ve become so obsessed with someone that all you want to do is be next to them every second of the day. Living every day scared that someone will take them from you. Or God forbid they leave you and you know your whole world is broken because of it?

The first time I saw Trixie, she smiled at me. I knew immediately that she was mine, and only mine. One smile sealed our fate together.

How could I tell anyone I was obsessed with a ten-year-old girl. I knew then that no matter what, no one else was going to have her. She was always going to be mine.

I know there are chat rooms where you can talk to other men who liked the same things as me. At first, I thought it was for fucking idiots, but the more I became obsessed with Trixie, the more I knew I had to talk to someone who knew what I was feeling.

Oh God, the first time I tasted her, it was like I had died and gone to heaven. But I knew I had to talk to someone about it, otherwise things were going to get out of control.

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