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Closing my eyes I attempt to swallow the tumultuous and angry tsunami rolling in at his words. “Where the fuck is she?”
“I don’t know. Olga said she hasn’t seen her since you left earlier.”
“And you couldn’t fucking lead with that?”
“Calm the fuck down, Justyce. She couldn’t have gone far, right? She has no car and you’ve only been gone a couple hours. Get your sorry ass home. I’ll start looking for Kenz,” Acheron sighs and hangs up.
Ripping the phone from my ear, I stare down at the screen and I’m two seconds away from throwing it across the fucking hall.
I inhale deeply and release the breath in an attempt to sooth rage gurgling inside. Acheron is right, Kenzi couldn’t have gotten far, but that doesn’t assuage the fear that I may never find her again. Not to mention she blatantly left knowing I could hurt her mother. The girl is playing with fire and she’s about to form a fucking conflagration with her move.
I swallow down the sickly bile climbing my throat and sprint out of the dungeon. How dare she defy me? I gave her some rope and she fucking hung herself with it.
My feet hit against the steel steps as I barrel up and out of the dungeon. Scenarios swirl around inside my head and I hope I find her sooner rather than later. We have a score to settle.
When I get my hands on her insolent, sexy ass, I’m going to make it a beautiful shade of crimson. I shudder with the thought of her screams, moans and begging echoing around us.
My cock hardens in my jeans, the fresh air smacking me in the face when I open the back door to Arcane and dash to my car. My Dark One is going to be riddled with compunction, and I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Twenty - Kenzi
I look over my shoulder as I rush away from Justyce’s front door. What idiot leaves his door unlocked when holding someone against their will? Justyce, that’s who.
A sliver of guilt prickles over me and I almost trip over my feet, but I correct myself and pick up the pace, running like I’m the fucking roadrunner.
My feet sink into the white sand while I dash across the beach and hopefully out of sight. Trepidation bleeds through me when the thought of this being a test to see if I would leave sinks in.
I remember Justyce’s words rumble through my mind as clear as a cloudless day before a stage five hurricane rolls in. He told me he’d hurt my mother. But he wouldn’t, right? I’m trying to talk myself into believing something that isn’t true. But what kind of woman would I be if I bowed to his every whim, knowing I’m only another notch on his belt, another broken doll to be thrown away when he’s done with me.
The choker collar around my neck feels like it’s suffocating me, begging me to turn around and go back the further I run from him. I tried to take it off but the damn thing wouldn’t budge.
I shake the meandering and useless thought away and sense the insecurity and worrying gnawing at my composure.
What’s that saying? I am woman, hear me roar? I’m a motherfucking lioness. Right now all I feel like is a squeaky mouse. I sprint in the direction of the only person I’ve ever trusted.
The sun beats down on me and I heave through each step I take. These last weeks with Justyce and limited exercise has really fucked with my stamina − I feel like I’m going to pass the hell out. Not to mention the ocean water mocks me. I should have thought this through and grabbed a bottle of water before I harnessed this not so fool proof plan.
I have no idea how long I staggered through the hot sand, but when Bianca’s house comes into view so does the feeling of relief.
Bianca’s parents gifted her their old family home when they moved to a more exotic location, as her friend dubbed it. I remember rolling my eyes when she told me that her parents left her and moved to Hawaii. She was so dramatic, claiming they’d left her an orphan.
The three story, white beach house looked extravagant even after all these years. I smile, seeing the blue trim lining the gutters and the bright blue door as I make my way up the white timber slatted path to her front door.
There are no reservations. I know Bianca is going to flip when she sees me, especially when I promised I’d see her as soon as I saw my mother. That was weeks ago.
I look down at my yoga pants and my once white tank that’s now stained with sweat from running. Sighing out loud, I lift my hand to knock.
The door flies open before my hand connects.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Bianca arches a perfect manicured brow at me in question.
I flinch, chewing the side of me lip and contemplate my next words while I take in her pristine form. Bianca is wearing a short, white halter neck dress. Her tattooed, tanned shoulder are on full display with a scowl on her face that would make the Mother Mary wince.
I crane my neck over my shoulder nervously and look down the length of the beach before turning my attention back to Bianca.
Concern flickers through those ferocious green eyes of hers. She peers over my shoulder then back at me.
“Can I come in, please? I’ll explain everything, I promise.”
