Page 62 of Echoes of Obsession

The men around me nod, their faces set with determination. They’ve got my back, and I know they’ll follow me to hell and back to get Snow.

“We’ll find him,” King says firmly. “We’ll find him and make him pay.”

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “We need to track him down. Figure out where he’s keeping her. Someone must have seen something.”

King nods. “I’ve already got guys asking around. We’ll get leads soon.”

I look around the room at my brothers, their faces hard with shared resolve. “Spread the word. I want every contact, every snitch, everyone you can think of out there looking for Hunter Nisbet. No one stops until we find him.”

“We’ll get her back, Ghost. And when we do, Hunter’s going to wish he was never born.”

I nod, clinging to that promise. It’s the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. I clutch the crumpled photo in my hand, the image burned into my brain.

“Hang on, Snow,” I whisper. “I’m coming for you.”

With renewed determination, I turn to the task at hand. We’ll find her. We’ll bring her home. And Hunter will pay for every second of her suffering.

As images of how I’m going kill my best friend run through my mind, my cell rings.

“That might be Hunter,” Knox calls out. “I still have the office calls forwarded to your cell.”

The screen simply says call forwarding.

“Hello,” I answer, placing the phone upright on the table.

“Did you get your gift?” a robotic voice asks. “I thought you might like a sign of life.”

Venom holds up a sign.Don’t let him know.

I nod my understanding.

“I’m going to find you, and I’m going to fucking kill you,” I respond.

“Highly unlikely,” he laughs. “Here’s the deal. I keep your toy for a few more days so that we can play. Then, you pay me five hundred grand, and I’ll release her back to you.”

“I don’t have that kind of money,” I lie, knowing Hunter will know it’s a lie.

“Don’t play games with me, Ghost,” he says. “We both know that’s nothing but pocket change. I’ll be in contact in three days’ time.”

“FUCK.”

“Ghost, I have a plan,” Knox says. “But we have to go about it in a way that won’t rouse Hunter’s suspicion.”

“I’m not waiting three fucking days,” I warn.

“You won’t have to. It’s Saturday. In three hours, the Undercage will be packed full of people.”

“Fuck,” Venom says. “I forgot all about that. I’ll make the calls to reschedule it for next weekend.”

“No,” I say. “If Knox is thinking what I am, then he’s right. We don’t want to rouse suspicion. Venom, get yourself prepared for your fight. I don’t want anything to change.”

“Hunter hasn’t ever missed a fight,” Venom smiles coldly. “He’ll be there.”

“Do we have a magnetic tracker I can put under his car?” I ask.

“Already ordered and on its way,” Knox smiles. “Will be here in thirty minutes.”

I raise my brows, and Knox smiles.

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