“Gather some men and find him. Do not return until you have either Diablo or information on him.”
“Yes, sir.” Santiago hung up.
Shit. Matias gripped his phone tightly, cursing under his breath. Diablo knew better. Why would he try to take off before Matias had made the call? It made no sense to him.
“Is everything okay?”
Matias glanced at Elijah, then his gaze dropped to the tray, stunned the plates were empty. Where had the male put all that food? Had he scarfed it down?
“Are you full, or do you wish for more?” Matias stopped himself from pacing. It was a habit he’d broken a while ago but felt the overwhelming need right now to fall back into.
“I’m full. Thank you for the food.” Elijah slid off the bed. “I can see you have a devil to find, so I’ll get out of your way.”
Until Matias knew what had happened to Diablo, Elijah might not be safe. “You can’t leave.”
Elijah’s features darkened, and Matias waited for the fallout. “Look, buddy, I had a great time last night, but it’s time for me to head home.”
“Buddy?” Matias scowled at him, his anger flaring, unused to being talked to in such a disrespectful manner. “Do I look like someone’s fucking buddy?”
“Do I look like someone’s fucking hostage?” Elijah shot back, his voice rising as he spoke. “You gave me free drinks, taught me how to play pool, and gave me somewhere to sleep it off. While I deeply appreciate what you did, that doesn’t give you the right to make me your prisoner!”
Matias erupted into a tirade of Spanish, cursing Elijah’s stubbornness and lack of self-preservation. He’d been ready to walk home last night, by himself, while drunk.
No one should ever get that wasted without having someone to watch their back. Percy hadn’t been that person since he’d been as drunk as Elijah.
“You have no idea what is going on, bunny. There’s more at play, and you just might be an unwitting target.”
Elijah’s brows shot up as his jaw dropped. “Why?” he cried out. “I have nothing to do with whatever is going on!”
“And I’m going to keep it that way.” Matias walked out, locking the door behind him.
Elijah banged on the door, cursing Matias’s name and the moment they met.
A few men entering the hallway glanced his way.
Matias just closed his eyes, reeling in his emotions.
If Elijah had had any soft feelings toward him, Matias had just effectively killed them.
But he would rather the bunny hate him than something happen to the human.
This was for Elijah’s own safety. Regardless of the fact he’d wanted to leave, he’d become a part of Matias’s world, and Matias would make damn sure nothing happened to him.
* * * *
“Answer your damn phone.” Elijah paced, furious and terrified. What did Matias mean he was an unwitting target? Who would target him? And instead of answering him, the asshole had locked him in the room!
At least he’d been fully fed before imprisoned.
“Hello?” Percy said groggily. “Who dis?”
Elijah rolled his eyes. “I need you to be fully awake, Percy! I’ve been kidnapped!”
The windows were of no use. Elijah had tried to open both of them, but they hadn’t budged. Worse, he’d seen men out back, yet they’d ignored him when he’d banged on the windows.
If he got out of this, Elijah was kicking over their damn bikes.
“Did you just say kidnapped?” Percy sounded more awake, alarmed, the sound of his sheets ruffling in the background. “By who?”