Page 89 of Nemesync
When we arrived at Miranda’s, she seemed anxious and stressed, pacing in the room. With a shaky voice, and teary eyes she starts sharing the details of her conversation with a woman asking very personal questions about Zanae.
“I called her, texted her, but she never answered. And she always does.”
She’s not the type to disappear without answering.
I try to call her, text her, nothing works.
“I’ll find her,” I say looking at Miranda. “Niko, start reaching out to any contacts we have to see if they heard about something involving her father. Miranda, stay here in case Zanae contacts you or comes back.”
I don’t know if she’s safe, if she’s hurt, who took her; we had nothing. I need to find her more than anything; something happened, and I’m not going to just sit there and search by calling people.
I’m going to turn this town upside down and unleash hell on earth, if necessary, with everyone on it.
She’s fucking alone somewhere; I feel that ball in my chest growing and about to explode. This war between my mind telling me to stop thinking about her and my heart trying to remind me that it’s starting to beat again because of her was too much.
My heart has won, and the urge to protect her from anything dangerous, even her own demons is consuming me.
I received a call at the same time from one of my men at the garage who told me that this son of a bitch Alonzo was no longer there.
It was him for sure; I should have finished him off, destroyed him, not even leaving his ashes near her, damn it.
My motorcycle speeds through the streets in search of Zanae, I can’t help but feel the fury growing inside me.
My phone buzzed. Nikolai’s name flashed on the screen, and I answered hurriedly, shouting over the wind, “Where the fuck is she?”
“I’m working on it. What happened?”
“This bastard of Alonzo. He got away with someone’s help and took her with him. Oskar sent me a picture of the empty garage where he was, and a letter was on the ground with Zanae’s picture, with a message on it. It said he’s settling a score. I should’ve killed him when I had the chance or let her do that. FUCK!”
My fists clench around the handles of my bike, and I’m fighting against the surge of emotions that made me want to throw up.
What the fuck is that?
Why is my heart beating like I’m going to die?
The night stretches before me in a blurry red mess. I have to find her quickly. Her life is between my hands, and I won’t let it slip from my fingers again.
“We’ll find her. I’m still tracking her phone. Give me a moment, Eli.” Niko’s voice echoes through the phone again, “I’ve got a location. An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts near the east side. I’m sending it to you right now. Go, and I’ll meet you there with my car.”
I end the call quickly. My bike’s roar rips through the long streets as I race to the coordinates Niko sent me. I’m going full speed, and it feels like I’m flying through the city scenery.
I swear to God, she better be okay.
The warehouse looms ahead, a shadowy structure, old and smelly. I have just arrived, entering through the creaky doors. The metal walls echo with the soft sounds of droplets falling from the ceiling. My gaze searches the area, looking for her everywhere I can lay my eyes on.
Where are you, Milaya?
I catch a shadow at the end of the corridor, and approach, slowly. With each step, my heart swelled with boundless fury. The clearer his face became, the more my mind calculated the most grotesque and atrocious ways to end his life.
Alonzo is lying on a sofa as if he was waiting for someone, clearly not me. Fucking red everywhere.
I approach him and crouch behind him, whispering in his ear, “Where is she?”
Alonzo turns around and yells, clearly drunk and wasted, “Oh, the Pakhan cares about someone? How touching to see you be this sweet, not like when you opened my fucking chest! Right?”
I want to break everything in him, and it still wouldn’t be enough to calm me. “I should have ripped your heart out,Alonzo. Now, tell me where she is, or I’ll carve you open again, cut artery by artery, and crush your heart, feeling it burst between my fucking fingers.”
“No need for threats,Dyavol; I didn’t touch her this time; she’s in the basement, tied up. Just don’t—it wasn’t my idea, it was hers, I told her that you’re a fucking psycho motherfucker, but she told me that she would take care of my protection.”
