Page 51 of Their Stolen Obsession
I blew the video camera sky high.
I missed a guard to my left, a surprise as he raised his weapon and got ready to fire. The only option I had was to duck down and pray he had overshot. Death knocked at my door for an entire two fucking seconds, and I wasn’t ready for my life to be over, but Zane had my back. He shot the fucker clear in the head.
Phew.Close call.
“Nice shot, Adler,” Saint praised Zane with a high five.
“Yeah, thanks, man.” I slapped Zane’s shoulder.
“Don’t mention it.” Zane didn’t take his eyes off the door up ahead until he stormed through.
Adler took out two more men before we even made it past the door frame. He was revved up, stone-cold, and in complete massacre mode. Despite his attempt to hide his weakness with a harsh exterior, Zanesuffered damage. I saw his truth because I had lived through the darkness alongside him.
Zane was fucking broken with no hope of a way out until he met that special someone who made his dead heart beat again, pitter pattered for the addiction he wanted to own, obsess, hunt, claim, and wholeheartedly possess. His corrupt soul needed his own little prisoner, trapped behind bars and confined to his will until she broke free. Where she entrapped herself inside of his darkened heart, made him whole again and was his forever. Just like our girl. A murky fairytale with an unhinged forever after.
Zane Adler deserved her. He had earned her, and he’d find her.
We seized room after room, putting the enemy to death with blood on our hands. Their eyes were wide in shock when they saw us coming. Armed men came at us from all different directions, but we were ready. Revenge flowed through our veins as we took out one scumbag after the other. Gunshots echoed, adrenaline rushed, and blood splattered.
The night held only screams; no words were exchanged, no pleas for life. The horrific sound made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, and I laughed like a lunatic as I cracked some asshole’s neck.
I shot once, twice, three times. Each bullet connected with a head and blew brains out the other side.Shit! I was on fire!
I lived for the motherfucking thrill of blood spilling and pure goddamn chaos. Carnage was all around me, and I was in a tailspin down a war path. Dead bodies piled up behind me, and I’d never turn back. Annihilation was the only thing on my mind with Preston Pitrone’s head on a fucking stick, along with anyone who stood with him.
Twenty-Eight
Their Universe
Liv
Loud sounds had me shooting up on the mattress. I wiped drool away with the back of my hand, but I hadn’t been asleep for long because my eyes weren’t crusty. They would’ve been from the tears I had quietly cried before I had passed out.
The thought of never seeing Sin and Saint again plagued me. I knew they wouldn’t abandon me, but I was afraid they’d never find me. I’d remain in this hellhole in the middle of nowhere until I took my final breath. Hours had passed, and I had drowned in sorrow after no one came for me.
I was certain they’d find me, and when they didn’t, a brief nightmare consumed me—threw me deeper into the arms of evil with faceless monsters, eeriness, and loud banging. Before I woke up andrealized the mayhem was real.
Sharp popping noises came closer, along with yelling, as footsteps ran down the hallway outside of my door. Goosebumps came alive on my skin, curiosity set in, and I scurried from the floor. My ears perked as the shouting faded and turned into screams. Grown men howled in pain, but their anguish didn’t bother me. Every one of these fuckers deserved to hurt and feel every single emotion I had while stuck inside this fortress of constant dread. Of being on my toes twenty-four-seven while walking on eggshells and praying I didn’t stumble on a landmine which would blow me to smithereens.
I stood in the middle of my captivity and listened to chaos all around me, shocked by the horrific sounds, terrified by the unknown, and unable to process if this madness was even real. This could all be an elaborate ruse to entertain a sick, twisted game I wanted no part of, but the Pitrone brothers were psychotic and got off on cruelty. They played on one’s emotional stability and shot every sense of sanity to hell. They completely ruined a prisoner from ever wanting to escape these four lonely, diminishing walls.
Suddenly, the door rattled, and fear took over me. Someone came for me within this insanity, this bloodshed, and I didn’t want to leave. The gunshots were real and echoed endlessly. I wasn’t ready todie. I wanted to live. If I had to remain locked up here until my phantoms came for me, then so be it. I wasn’t about to risk my life and have anyone force me to leave. I didn’t want to abandon safety.
Fuck.I was far gone enough to call this shithole safe, but it was the truth. This room, my prison, had kept me protected. Unharmed from everything on the outside for weeks when I thought I’d rather die. Yes, the space was degrading, inhumane, but I wasalive. That had to mean something.
“No, please…” I begged as the door opened, and I held my hands up to my face to block the light from streaming in. “Don’t make me go.”
The illumination was bright. I couldn’t make out the figure who stood in the doorway. Not understanding why the person didn’t move, didn’t grab me and hurl me into the hallway.
Desperately, I squinted, trying to see the individual who had unlocked my cell. I backed up further until my back hit the wall, and I had nowhere else to go. Blurriness turned into focus, and I saw the person swing their head from left to right. Long hair swayed in both directions, and I realized it was a woman. Not a man, but a female, and there wasn’t anyone around here except…
“Come on!” Knoxlee yelled at me over the loud blasts of gunshots. “You need to go now!”
What?Leave? Knoxlee had ingrained in my brain to never try to flee.
Something wasn’t right.
I argued, “But you always said—”
