Page 17 of Their Stolen Obsession
Sebastian led Liv into danger and now monsters had her. She was in more trouble than she had been living under his damn roof, and he must pay. Served the motherfucker right.
“Tell me where she is!” I screamed in Sebastian’s face.
Tears pricked my eyes. I had let Sebastian see my weakness. I wasn’t a goddamn softie, but someone took my addiction from me. She was nowhere for me to track, follow, and obsess over. Liv had turned me into a cinnamon roll, a damn teddy bear wanting a snuggle—to hold her tight and never let her go.
I had kept my emotions under lock and key for seven whole fucking days. One hundred and sixty-eight damn hours. Ten thousand and eighty minutes of my life without the woman I loved. Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds of agony. My darkheart beat as I yearned for her. This was the worst torture I had ever known.
Torment had pushed me to a breaking point as I held those wires unsteadily and watched Sebastian’s skin burn. The flesh bubbled, blistered, and turned red. There was no satisfaction, only pain. Pure anguish with not one fucking word and only his silent scream until he passed out.
Weakness overcame me, and tears slipped from my eyes. I breathed heavily over my victim, and I had no victory. Only failure. A feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long goddamn time until my little obsession entered my life and turned everything upside down. My fear that we’d never recover Liv overwhelmed me.
The broken pieces inside of us were shattering without her. Everything ached. My mind was stuck in constant replay of the bastard who took our girl away. I had watched that damn video for hours without an answer, but Sin couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was certain we could get the information we needed from Sebastian, which was turning out to be fucking pointless.
Fuck!Why did Sebastian do this to us? Fucking why?
Repeatedly, the questions screamed in my head, and I beat my fists against Sebastian’s unconsciousbody. I willed his still form to give me an answer. One fucking clue as to the whereabouts of our girl. One piece of anything to bring back an ounce of hope in the darkness.
“Goddamn it!” I roared.
Angrily, I ripped the wires from underneath the door and threw them to the ground. Useless. Meaningless. A complete waste of time. Fucking horse shit.
I took my rage out on Sebastian and elbowed him in the balls. He’d experience even more pain once the shit bag woke up.Screw this tight-lipped bitch!
I peered down at Sebastian’s poor excuse for hands—he was fingerless thanks to us. A small glimpse of delight shuddered through me, mixed with fury.
Sin ordered me to deal with Sebastian and cauterize the wounds. Unfortunately, we had to keep the infection away, even though I wanted the damn bacteria to eat away his meaningless insides until he suffered a horrible death. We needed him alive to suffer, torture, and use. He was the only key to Liv, and after we found her, he’d be dead. We’d see to his damn demise, but not yet.
Twelve
Her Predator
Sin
“Asshole still won’t give me anything.” Saint heaved with anger and paced the floor in front of me.
My blue-eyed best friend was a mess, and I had never seen Saint like this. His hair was in disarray after running his hands through it repeatedly. Half his shirt was untucked from his pants, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and he had forgotten to feed his damn cats. The hungry little pests rubbed at my feet and wanted me. This simply wouldn’t do. No fucking way was I going to let Saint lose his shit.
Roughly, I grabbed Saint by the shoulders, and I shook him. “Pull it together.”
“I can’t!” Saint breathed heavily in my face. “She’s gone, man! Our girl has vanished! What if she never comes back?”
“She will,” I promised and stared Saint straight in the eye. “Do you hear me?”
“It’s been seven whole days. A fucking week! This is driving me crazy,” Saint admitted as he pushed against me, but I held on tight. “What if Liv is dead?”
Saint needed me, and I needed him. We were in this together. I required him with a level head. I needed his deranged soul as black as my own and his dangerous abilities. As unhinged as we may be apart, we were even more lethal together. I needed my screwed up best friend who completed my messed-up self. He was my fucked up other half, and we had been through hell. We could survive another round.
I pulled Saint in and pressed my forehead against his. He fought me. Our breaths heaved against each other, but I wouldn’t let him go.
“No. You don’t get to do this…” Saint tried to turn away as tears fell from his eyes, and he tried to hide them. “You don’t get to fall to pieces while Liv is still out there. Sheneedsus. She needs you, Saint.”
Saint blinked at me as his nostrils flared, and he tried to hold back his anguish, but the emotion wastoo much for him. He shook as he crumbled and let the tears fall until there were no more left.
“Fuck,” Saint whispered hoarsely.
“You got this,” I whispered with determination and pulled back from him, only to grip his shoulders tighter. “We got this. Together. Now fucking suck it up.”
Saint chuckled with a hint of a smile. The fear left his eyes and strength won as I softly smacked his cheeks while he gave me a push. The testosterone between us rose, and we puffed out our chests as they collided with a grunt.
