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I start looking around for clues about where she’s gone. I point for Vincent to start looking one way while I make my way to the back of the vehicles. I turn and see a towel on the ground. I pick it up and as I’m looking back up, I notice drag marks in the grass farther out. I whistle for Vincent so he knows where I’m at, and we both bend down to look at the marks. There are clearly two lines that are being dragged all the way to a set of tire tracks.
Someone took her and they are going to pay for touching what’s mine.
“Vincent,” I grit out. “Find every fucking person on this property that works for her father. If they’re still alive, put them somewhere so I can have a little chat with them. Shove them in a fucking closet, drug them, I don’t give a fuck. Someone is going to tell me where she is and what happened.”
CHAPTER14
Ezra
The day after the abduction
*Crack*
The sound of bones breaking is the only thing keeping my rage at bay. I’m doing my best to not kill every person here. I have five left out of the ten that were found alive. Three were borderlinetoo far gone by the time I got to them. Two of them were just fucking whimps and died way too quickly. Some may call them pussies, but a pussy is way stronger than these will ever be. The five remaining are not talking though, which means I get to play with more of my toys. Man 1 and 2 seem to be the most plausible to get answers out of, so I’m focusing on them. I step just out of their line of sight to cause their anxiety to spike. They already know what I’m looking for, I just need them to get with the program.
“Where the fuck is she?” I say from behind them.
“I- I- I- don’t know,” Man 1 blubbers.
I walk around him and swing the mallet I had just picked up. It hits his shin with a satisfying thud and the man cries out. I turn to Man 2, who looks like he might vomit.
“If you’re gonna puke, can you at least give me a heads up? I wouldn’t want to hurt you even more for getting that shit on me.”
Man 2 rapidly nods his head yes in understanding.
I scratch my chin, contemplating my next move. I pull out a pair of pliers and grab his fingernail.
“You have about five seconds before you lose it. Where the fuck is my wife?”
“Please,” he pleads.
“Hmm, never heard of it,” I say as I tug the nail off. It takes a little jiggling before the nail finally rips away from the skin, but I manage to get it.
Now both are sobbing as I walk away again. I go back behind them as I look at my tray full of materials.
After a couple of hours of fun, I’ve only got two of the men left. Man 1 and Man 4 are left over, the others have died from blood loss or just other injuries I’ve caused at this point.
I’m about to go for another tool when Man 1 finally speaks up. I knew he was going to be a talker eventually.
“Wait,” he gasps. “I’ll tell you where she is.”
I walk around to stand in front of him. He drops his head in defeat, or because he’s just too scared to look me in the eyes at this point.
“Please, just let me go though.”
I shrug. I’ll tell him whatever to get the information I want, but I think we both know that there’s no way he’s walking away alive.
“Boss man knows Robert wants him dead. He also knows that you want Robert dead,” he starts. “He wanted us to ambush the house and kill him before you got to him. He wanted to steal Briar so that you have nothing left before he kills you.”
“So where is she?” I ask through my gritted teeth. My patience with them is running thin.
“I-I don’t know. He talked about taking her to one of his houses, but I don’t know which one. Now please, let me go,” the man begs.
I don’t even bother to respond. I pull out my gun and put a bullet through his skull. I walk over to Man 4 and pinch his cheeks before he finally screams out. I take the opportunity to reach into his mouth and pull out his tongue. I pinch the tip of it to keep hold of it while I pull my pocket knife out of my pants. I flip it open and in one fluid motion, cut his tongue off.
“Since you had nothing to say anyway,” I say to him.
He screams and then passes out, from what I assume is pain. I’ve never had my tongue cut out, but I can assume it doesn’t feel good, even for those of us that like a little pain.
