Page 57 of Sinister Hearts
“You said women. They are taking women?” I gasped. The trepidation building inside me was overwhelming. “I can’t have Birdie around this. They’ll never believe me, Jax. Not with all his connections,” I cried out, chewing nervously on my fingertips.
“Faye, listen, we need to be smart about this. This cult, Followers Of The Shedim, are very calculated and manipulative. We need to move just as smart. If we’re going to expose these motherfuckers we need to move silently and diligently.” I put my clothes back on as quickly as possible.
“I’m sorry, Jax, but I need to be with Birdie right now,” I replied. Nothing else mattered right now but getting to her.
“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Jax replied, holding me close and kissing my forehead. “I’ll take you to your temporary home,” he said with a sparkle in his eye.
“What the hell does that mean, Jax?” I asked, already annoyed with the tone of his voice.
“It means that after all the information I just learned, you and the little one will now be living in the east quarters of the farm, where I know you will be protected,” Jax retorted, grabbing his coat.
“I can’t just move Birdie and I into the Grimwood quarters.”He better be fucking joking.
“Faye, this is not up for discussion. I’m taking you to your mom’s, and tomorrow evening you two will be moved in,” he said, not taking no for an answer.
I hopped into the truck and attempted to object again, but before I could get a word out?—
“That’s final. Not another word about it,” he said, shutting the truck door. I wanted to slap him for talking to me like that, but the slut in me couldn’t mistake the wetness pooling between my legs either.
“What about my mother? I can’t just leave her!” I whined in his passenger seat like a damn child.
“Fuck it, Ma can come too, now be quiet, Robles, and buckle up.”
Jax’s truck rumbled to life beneath me.
“Good luck, that woman is not to be trifled with,” I said, amused at his confidence. “Not even by Death,” I said, mocking him.
We pulled up to Ma’s house and noticed the fluorescent police lights instantly.
Jax and I gave each other a panicked look and he abruptly stopped his truck. We both ran out of the truck and into the small farmhouse.
“What’s going on?” I asked, running into the house.
We looked around as four officers were inside taking notes.
Fear engulfed me. “Where is Birdie? Where is Ma?” I shouted. I began to search for them in all the rooms, my fear growing into a beastly monster. “Ma, where are you? Birdie?” My voice was growing hoarse with every shouted call.
One of the cops touched my arm. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to step outside.”
“Don’t fucking touch me. Where is my family?” I asked, pacing every corner of the house, hoping they would appear.
Jax stood behind me and rubbed my achy shoulders, trying to calm me.
“We can’t find them. Someone called reporting commotion on the property, but all we could find, ma’am, was this,” he said, as they led me past the caution tape in the kitchen.
There were splatters of blood on Ma’s tiled kitchen floor. All I felt was agony, pain, and anger. I couldn’t breathe so I ran outside trying and gasping for air, but I simply couldn’t find it. I fell to the dirt, screaming to the sky, as if the gods themselves could hear me, digging my nails into the sand until my fingertips bled.
“Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!” I screamed. All the house windows combusted from my wails as I sunk deeper into the earth. At this moment, I wanted to be buried in it, forgotten there to die. I pounded my fists into the rubble, drowning in my excruciating pain, shouting at the gods. Lightning struck, lighting up the sky as it began to pour rain, the rain drops and my tears mixing together. Nothing was as heavy as my soul. “He did this, it was him,” I screamed.
Jax looked at me, already knowing who.Vadon. His eyes grew black with a murderous look of vengeance reflecting back at me.
We spent hours speaking to the cops and trying to get a hold of Vadon without any luck. We told the cops all we could, but we knew this was personal. We knew they would never believeVadon did this, due to his ties in Cravyn City. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, my thoughts kept going to the darkest of places.
“What if they were harmed? They’re alone, Jax, and I’m not there,” I wept.
Jax grew quiet over the last few hours and I could see the anger, simmering like a pot ready to burst. He laid me on the bed. “I’ll be back. We’re holding a meeting to get this figured out. We will find them, Faye,” he said, kissing my forehead and closing the door.
I laid there, empty, while my family was missing, crying like a weakling. I was tired of feeling weak. I was tired of being this man’s target. I was going to find my family, and I would do whatever the hell I needed to do to get them back. I would walk through hell for the ones I loved. I’d had enough. Anger coiled in my bloodstream. When it came to my family, there would be no grace, no line drawn. There would be no empathy. I was going to kill this motherfucker. Fuck being in bed crying. Fuck this, and fuck him! I was going to find them. No matter the cost.
