Page 19 of Their Stolen Obsession
I’d had enough.
“If you don’t give me an answer when I loosen my grip…” I warned through clenched teeth. “You. Will. Be. Fucking. Sorry. Understand?”
Sebastian gave me acknowledgment with wide bloodshot ugly as fuck eyes.
Slowly, I eased up. Sebastian coughed in my face to catch his breath, but I remained steady, ready for any hint of Liv’s whereabouts. I couldn’t screw this up. She needed me. She neededus.
Sebastian choked out with a slight wheeze, “Fuck you.”
“Motherfucker!” I roared.
Immediately, I grabbed the hanging flesh from Sebastian’s cheeks and slowly peeled the burned skin back. The blisters oozed, blood mixed in with the puss, and I quivered with excitement. The sight was delightful, and oh so fucking glorious, like a piece of artwork Saint had started, and I was about to finish. Ninety percent fucking satisfying, while the other ten percent wasn’t there yet.
Sebastian screamed.
Yes. There was another five percent, and the sound waged a war against my heart. A sea of pain, caused by Liv’s absence and Sebastian’s greed, swallowed the remaining five percent.
“Okay, okay!” Sebastian shouted. “I’ll talk!”
I stopped dead on the spot before I peeled another chunk of skin from his cheekbone like an orange peel. The juices accidentally squirting out. A citrus fruit was much more appealing than this fucker’s disgusting puss.
I wiped my hands on Sebastian’s clothing and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Talk.”
“Liv…” Sebastian began as he panted, and his fucking breath stunk like a horse’s ass.
“Yes. Liv. Who took her?” I asked desperately.
Fucker laughed after he caught the whiff of my misery. He howled until I had the need to cry because I knew what was coming.
Sebastian whispered, “She’s as good as dead, just like I told her.”
Son of a bitch!
I wasted no time and placed both my hands around his neck. My grip squeezed until Sebastian’s eyes bulged from his head, and I knew every second that passed, he lost more brain cells. The fucker probably wouldn’t have any left.
I was angry, not only at Sebastian, but at myself. We had blown our only lead. We would’ve had more to go off if we hadn’t been damn stupid in our need to end his life. Sebastian’s cellphone would’ve come in handy, but we had destroyed it. Smashed the device to pieces on the side of the street when we had kidnapped him. It was the only evidence tied to Liv and her captors.
Liv should be here to end this asshole’s life and not me. I didn’t have the right after Sebastian had taken everything from her, including her freedom. She should choke him out, make him bleed, and kill him to release her from the grave he had dug for her to die in.
I released Sebastian, picked up the plate of cat food and pressed the remaining continents into his face.He fucking choked on the scraps as I grabbed the smelling salt from the floor and walked out of the room before I killed him.
In the middle of realizing it was Liv’s choice on how Sebastian died, a light bulb went off. Hope remained. We still had one source of evidence left, thanks to the necklace we had secured around Liv’s neck. The video. It was time to sit down and relive the worst five minutes of my entire life.
Liv’s kidnapping.
Thirteen
Her Predator
Sin
“Sin. I don’t want to watch this again,” Saint complained for a second time. “I’ve watched it over and over, and there’s nothing.”
I grabbed Saint by the shoulders and pushed him down onto the sofa.
“You haven’t watched the video with me,” I argued and sat down beside him with my cellphone in my hand. “Sometimes you need a fresh pair of eyes.”
“This is only wasting time, Sin. Let me go back in there and shock him again. He’s weak, disoriented and—”
