He definitely wants something.
My gut tells me that something is me.
“I don’t need you anymore,” Night Giant rumbles. “You see, I found something better.”
“Better than me?” I taunt. “I thought I was your favorite.”
“You were. But then you bulked up and got tattoos. You’re no longer the boy you once were.”
Sick fuck.
“If you tell me where you’re at,” I snarl, “I’ll make your death quick like your fat-ass brother.”
Night Giant laughs again, dark and demonic. “I told you, Caught, you’ve been replaced by a newer model.”
Something shuffles and Night Giant orders someone to speak.
“H-Hello?” The soft voice is barely a whisper. Terrified and confused.
“Tell me where you’re at,” I command to the teenage boy on the other end of the line. “I’ll come for you and kill that bastard.”
“I-I don’t know.” His voice cracks. “I’m scared.”
The never-ending inferno of rage inside me for Night Giant seems to go nuclear. I can’t believe this shit is happening again. To some poor kid. It’s so fucked up.
“Listen, kid, I’m doing what I can. What’s your name?”
“M-Mitch.”
I freeze, a wave of shock sending ice through my veins. “Mitch?”
There’s a scuffle and then Night Giant’s laughter rumbles through the phone. “See,Chase, I got a newer model. Your brother says hello.”
A blood-curdling scream echoes through the phone before the line goes dead. I stagger back, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me as the phone drops to the dirty carpet.
No.
This can’t be.
Not my youngest brother, Mitch.
Impossible.
“How?” I croak out, mostly talking to myself despite Koyn barking out questions of his own. “How? How? How?”
This time, I do fall to my knees. Hard enough the entire trailer trembles. Cove kneels in front of me, cupping my cheeks with his soft hands. His blue eyes are narrowed with concern.
Something hot and wet streaks down my cheek.
Blood.
“Don’t cry, Dragon,” Cove murmurs. “It’s going to be okay. Just tell me what he said.”
I’m crying?
My brother.
That motherfucker has my brother.