Page 107 of From Us, Forever

Leaving me there, they both murmured among themselves, and I watched them intently as the questions swirled inside my head. Who the hell were these people? And what did they want with me?

Something about the way the smaller man adjusted his glasses as he spoke flashed a memory in my head. “Dennis,” I whispered.

And my heart leaped to my throat when they both snapped their head toward me and scrutinized me with a hard glare.

“Fucking hell.” The larger man screamed, shoving the smaller one. “I told you to get rid of the fucking glasses, and now that bitch found out.”

Dennis stepped back, removed his mask, and threw it aside. He regarded me with his beady eyes. A chill wrecked through me. For some reason, his quietness scared me more than the loud fury the other one was exhibiting.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in jail?” I asked, braving through. I needed to stall and buy as much time as I could. Even if Jay didn’t know where I was, he would know who had taken me. That was the only thought that kept me going.

“We don’t have to answer to you,” the larger man shouted, cruising as he paced the floor. “Fucking hell. Fuck this,” he said, throwing his mask aside.

T? What was T doing with Dennis? Wasn’t T supposed to be working for David? How did the two even know eachother? I thought I was done with David after Jay put T in place and paid him the cash my family owed.

“Get to the job,” Dennis replied in a calm tone—deadly calm. “We don’t have much time.”

Much time for what?

“Fine,” T grumbled, digging his fat hands into his back pockets, his lips thinning as he came up empty. “Fuck, where’s my phone?”

“You lost your phone?” Dennis looked at him like he was on his last resort with him. It was clear who called the shots.

I schooled my expression to act innocent as I scanned the room for any escape strategies. The window to my right would be my safest bet, that is if it weren’t boarded shut under the sheets.

“I’ll go check in the car.” He walked away.

I put aside my nervousness and looked up. I had no chance against the two of them, but maybe with one of them, I could try. “Why are you doing this? Whatever you want, Jay will give it to you.”

Dennis smirked, leaning against the table. He wasn’t the quiet, dorky assistant I knew him to be. He was cold and calm, and there was almost a sinister energy radiating from him.

“Will he ruin your life?”

My eyes widened. “Wh.. what?”

“I want your life destroyed.” He advanced toward me, and fear unlike anything froze my bones. He crouched down and grasped my chin. “Every single day, I want you to regret the fact that you were born. Regret the fact that you’re taking up space on this Earth.”

“Why?” A single tear fell down the corner of my eye. “What did I do?”

“Your blood took everything from me, and I’m just repaying the favor.” He scoffed, laughing dryly. “But it’s too late for that. Everything ends today.”

Just then, T arrived. “I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Remind me why I keep you around,” Dennis snarked, moving away from me. It was only then I felt like I could breathe again. He took another phone from one of the drawers and threw it at him. “Use this.”

T nodded, dialing something before his eyes locked on me. “You’ll do exactly as I say or else you’ll know what it’s like to have a bullet inside you.” He waved his gun, and I whimpered, nodding.

“Here, you’ll call your boy toy and ask him to wire fifty million dollars to the bank account I’ve sent him.”

My fingers shook like a leaf when I retrieved the phone from him.

“No funny business, you hear me? You have two minutes.” He was still holding the gun to my head.

I nodded, pressing the dial.

My frantic gaze volleyed between the gun and the man holding it as the phone rang.

“Who’s this?” Jay’s furious voice came through the line, and just hearing his voice choked the sob out of me.

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