Page 74 of Justyce
Chapter Twenty-One – Justyce
I slam the car in first gear, rip the handbrake up, yank the door open, and run inside to find Acheron.
My nerves are on edge and my adrenaline is pumping recklessly throughout my veins at the thought of Kenzi disobeying me.
The image of crushing her spirit that little bit more and seeing those electric hues riddled with tears makes my cock jerk. I really am a sick bastard and I’ll never apologize for it.
“In here fucktard,” Acheron singsongs, and I know he’s in the exact room we defiled Kenzi in before I reach it.
Rounding the corner, I see him sitting in the seat where he went down on Kenzi. My blood percolates, threatening to rupture my internal organs.
Stalking over, I sit opposite him and growl, “Talk.”
Acheron’s hues pierce me to the marrow while his grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, pulling on his scar.
“You really do have a hard-on for her, and now I understand why.”
“Don’t test these uncharted waters, brother, I’m not in the mood,” I snap.
“So I see,” Acheron jeers then throws the picture toward me.
It flints to the ground, falling face down. Giving Acheron a stare from hell, I bend down to retrieve the image.
Flicking it over, I double take at the younger looking Dereke gazing back at the camera with a small child in his hands. Even back then the asshole looked like a creep.
Inspecting it a little longer, I tear myself away from the picture to look at Acheron. “This was all that was left?”
“Sure was. Unless you want to count empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, and some old porn magazines…” he trails off. “That was it.”
“It’s definitely Dereke. That baby, though, you think it’s Georgie?”
Acheron shrugs his shoulders, then pulls out a cigarette and lights up. “Dare say so. I can’t think of any other reason there would be a photo of Dereke in his apartment.”
Acheron draws in a drag, the cherry turning bright red from the suction and it makes me reach for my own packet and light up. I inhale and peer down at the image again. We’re missing something.I’mmissing something.
Draconis is the mastermind behind this scheme and there isn’t a sliver of doubt in my mind. What I keep coming back to is why Georgie? I twirl the image in my hand and the faces flicker back up from the picture of who I assume is Georgie and Dereke. It’s as if we’re stirring this shit storm and the plot is thickening but we have no avenues to venture down. It’s infuriating.
“Has Arrow ran any leads on the image? Spoken to anyone?”
“Yeah. He scanned the image and called Ryzen. He’s the best in the industry, as you know.”
Ryzen, man, that guy is a fucking character and a loose cannon. I suppose seeing what he saw when he was a detective kind of makes this craziness seem plausible.Kind of.
Looking up, I notice Acheron watching me. His brows pinch tight together with his lips slightly pursed.
I arch an eyebrow. “What?”
Acheron shakes his head. “Nothing. I figured you’d come in here guns blazing, asking about Kenz, but you haven’t even said her name.”
I smirk before pulling my phone out and searching for the tracking app. Once I’ve located it, I sift through the coordinates where my Dark One has been.
The smirk falls from my face. My veins turn glacial as molten lava pumps iniquitously throughout my body. The contradiction between the two has my mind spiraling, but I have no other way to describe the ire conjuring up and splitting me in two.
“Justyce?” Acheron’s voice comes out sounded worried. “What is it?”
Claggy cotton fills my mouth. I can’t work my jaw open to speak. When I placed that tracker chocker around her neck, I never expected I’d find her in the one hell I swore I’d never step foot in ever again.
I swallow and it burns as if I have hot coals lodged in my esophagus. Lifting my eyes from the location, I find Acheron’s.
