Page 60 of Vengeful Union

“We need to find them,” Holly whispers, her eyes wide and filled with fear. She’s no doubt remembering what happened to her when she was taken.

“We will,” Makenna assures her.

I’m unable to talk. I can’t fucking believe this is happening. I was supposed to keep her safe. She’s mine to protect and now she’s in the hands of a fucking maniac.

“Found it,” Melissa tells us, her body tense. “It’s Pat,” she sneers. “Fucking bastard.”

“Can you follow him? Lis, can you follow the footage and find out where he’s taken her?” Danny asks, as he places his hands on her shoulders, offering her support.

“I’ll try.” A deep furrow forms between her brows as she concentrates.

I turn on my heel and storm out of the room. I can’t stand here and do nothing, waiting to find out a scrap of information. Anger rips through me. This shouldn’t be fucking happening. She’s off limits to everyone. She’s not to be touched. But to have my own brother take her… Fuck, it guts me. Fucking claws at me. Knowing he could be hurting her right now is the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.

I swipe my hands through my hair, unable to control my rage as tears spring to my eyes. Fuck, I feel gutted. Utterly useless. I feel adrift, like I’m lost at sea and my anchor is gone. That’s what Destiny is to me. My anchor.

“We’re going to find her, Finn,” Malcolm promises me as he lays a hand on my shoulder. “Trust us.”

Right now, I don’t trust any-fucking-one. Someone in this house tipped that piece of shit off about Destiny’s location and told her father where we were, and when I find out who, I’m going to enjoy slicing through them. I’m going to love watching as they cry out in pain and beg for mercy. But ultimately, I’m going to be fucking glad when the life leaves their eyes.

“I know what you’re feeling,” he tells me. “When Raylee was taken.” His voice becomes hoarse with emotion, “I was thousands of miles away. I didn’t know what had happened to her. But you have to trust us; we’ll do whatever we can to find her.”

I nod. I know everyone will do whatever they can to ensure we find her—minus at least one person—but that’s no consolation right now.

I hear commotion from the kitchen. Chairs scrape, and voices rise.

Melissa comes rushing toward me. “I found them.”

Relief. Utter fucking relief. So much so that it almost brings me to my knees.

“Let’s go,” Mal says, slapping me on my shoulder.

It’s time to end this shit once and for all. My brother is going to die, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of murdering him.

22

Destiny

Opening my eyes, panic rises within me. All I see is darkness. Where the hell am I?

My memories come crashing back…

A car smashing into the side of our vehicle; Drake cracking his head against the window and blacking out. I remember trying to shield myself from the impact, but it was no use.

Images of a man opening the car door filter through my mind, but I can’t make out who it was. I tried to fight him. I clawed and bit and kicked, but nothing worked. His hand fisted into my hair and dragged me from the vehicle. I wince as I recall my back and legs being dragged along the road. He took me from my car and put me into the trunk of his own. I remember little after that. I must have passed out.

I groan as I move. Pain radiates through my ribs and my head pounds. There’s liquid trickling down my face. Gingerly, I raise my hand and touch my forehead. My fingers become sticky with the substance, and I instantly know I’m bleeding. I know it’s a result of the crash.

I try to figure out where I am, but it’s too dark to figure out. What makes it worse is the only sound I can hear is lapping water.

Fear tightens my throat as I struggle to sit up.

Footsteps sound, and I push past the pain and sit up, leaning my back against a steel wall. Someone’s coming; I can feel it. Adrenaline courses through me as I wait for whoever has taken me to show their face.

My breathing is choppy, and pain slices through me with every inhale. I don't know the full extent of my injuries, but from the way my leg is twisted, and the level of pain so far, they’re bad.

Light spills in as the door creaks open, and I scan the area around me and see I’m in some sort of metal container. It’s empty—bar me and the bastard in front of me. There’s nothing for me to use to escape. And the way I’m feeling, there’s no way I’d be able to outrun Patrick.

“You're going to die,” I say to him with a smile on my face. “When did you decide to betray your family?”

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