Chapter 17
Kell
I stared at the shack and was almost fucking positive that was where the fucking bastard was hiding. She was in there, and I had no fucking clue what I was walking into.
It was like acid burning its way into my soul. I know I needed to move to save her from this psycho, but this was on me. Anything and everything that happened in there was my fault, and I wasn’t sure I could live with it. Ivan could see my indecision and torment.
He walked to the door without pausing or looking at me for orders. He just walked through it. This was why he was my second. He fucking did what needed to be done.
My feet moved slowly, and my stride was small. The door was getting closer and closer, and I couldn’t hear any noises. There was nothing.
I expected the asshole to be screaming, and I hoped to hear loud sounds because of Ivan. There was nothing though, and the silence was unnerving. The closer I got, the harder it was to breathe.
I felt like a fearful child and that angered me even more. I was a fucking man. I ran a family and killed people as easily as taking a breath.
Yet, when I reached the door, I fought the need to run like a frightened child. The stench of old pennies filled the air and leaked from the little shack.
I knew the smell of blood. This place was full of it. Suddenly, I couldn’t move fast enough. Rushing into the filthy place I stopped in my tracks. There was someone on the bed.
His eyes stared lifelessly at the wall. His killer must have been standing there. Whoever killed him, took their time doing it. Little cuts marked his body.
As I looked around I noticed there was no signs of any struggle. There was also no Texas.
Where the fuck was she?
Chapter 18
Texas
Lexa stared at the wall, processing everything that has happened. She witnessed stuff I couldn’t comprehend. She also said that there was another woman who was killed.
She died slowly by his hand and was forced to watch him play. For a moment, I felt remorse for not finding him sooner.
I let Kell consume my thoughts and take up my time. I could have saved her. She died this morning, and he was quick to put her in a grave and move on to another target. That told me he liked to always have a backup.
I walked back to the little shack with two small cans of lighter fluid clanking in my hoodie pocket. Before I left my house, I changed into my work clothes. My converse shoes gripped the soil like roller skates in the road. I had no traction.
The hood was pulled over my head covering my ponytail. I had stuffed my blond hair in so it wouldn’t shine like the beacon I knew it was.
I needed to be discreet about this. There was no need to draw unwanted attention. I was getting close, and I could feel it deep in my bones. Soon this would be over, and I would be free.
I could almost taste the freedom. Although, there was one part that had me worried. They would hunt me. I knew this, and I would never be able to settle.
I would never be truly free. Maybe someday I would hand Lexa to Sam and hunt them myself. The shack came into view, and I picked up the pace.
I was hungry, and this was the only thing stopping me from eating like a free woman. I pushed open the door and froze. This couldn’t be happening.
How could I let myself slack even a little? I was in the clouds when I should have been here looking at my surroundings. There stood two men near the man that Lexa just killed.
They both turned my way with their guns raised and ready to kill. Fuck, did I kill their buddy? I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.
I didn’t have enough weapons. Then, I noticed the hot guy that fucked me in the bar. He looked shocked to see me like I was him.
“Lower that fucking gun, Ivan. Now!” Kell, shouted.
His angry shout hurt my ears. Backing up, I turned to run, but my feet slipped on the dirt and wet leaves. I didn’t have time to get the momentum I needed to put space between us.
A hard body collided with mine and I waited for the pain to come. But, it never did. Whoever tackled me like a football player had twisted to take the brunt of the fall.
His grunt of discomfort got louder as I struggled to give him little elbow jabs. His arms were like steel bands holding me to his firm chest.
“Fuck, woman, cut that shit out,” Kell, demanded.
Pausing, I let his voice wash over me. I missed the sound of it, and my life seemed darker with its loss.