Page 77 of Broken

"Bruh, why didn't they call themselves," Capone asked from the other side.

"They're preoccupied. They asked me to stop by," Liam answered. "Something about you weren't answering their phone calls."

Glancing back at me, he shrugged at the complete lie and I just hoped that Capone was buying it. Next thing I knew, the door was cracking open. As soon as it did, with lightning fast reflexes, the green of the door became a flash. Liam immediately had slammed the door back into Capone's face. He cried out in pain.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG ONE!" He screamed, holding his mouth as blood began to pool onto the fresh white t shirt he wore.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Liam said calmly, the gun already drawn. "Where's the girl?"

We stepped into the room and I didn't see Yara anywhere. A bag was sitting on the bed, packed as if he had planned to be on his way out at any moment. I closed the door and locked it behind me. Capone wasn't going to leave this place alive. When I finally turned around to face him, he recognized my face and started grinning.

"Ahhhh, I see what the fuck is going on." Blood had caused his white teeth to look like bleeding tiles on a bathroom wall.

"Good," I replied. "Do you also see that there is no way out of this alive?"

He continued to laugh. "Your little sister, Nova. Oh, she was a pretty little thing. Eager to please. And I plucked her flower just when she was ripe. I can die a happy man knowing that what I took from her she can never give to anyone else."

"No one's going to find your body. No one will mourn you. No one will remember you," Liam said.

"Wrong," the disgusting monster standing in front of me replied. "She'll remember."

The contents of my stomach were threatening to spew from my mouth, but I held it together. "Where is she?"

He got down on his hands and put his behind his head. "Fuck you! Kill me because I'm not telling you a goddamn thing..."

BANG!

BANG!

Two shots came from the gun Liam was holding. It was like two flashes of light that if you had blinked, you would have missed it. The smell of gunpowder caused my nose to sting and my eyes went wide as the only lead to where my sister was now lay dead with blood pulling from two gunshot wounds. One had punched a hole through his eye.

"What in the hell, Liam! How are we going to find Yara and what if someone heard that!" I asked.

Panic was definitely settling in.

He smirked. "Calm down. The walls are soundproof. When we bought this property, I had the walls reinforced."

"Should have had the carpet done, its hideous," I stated. "But not the point. How are we going to find Yara?"

I gave Capone's body a swift kick out of anger. Tears were threatening to overtake me, but I was trying my hardest to keep them at bay. It was causing my eyes to sting a little. I watched as he stalked over to the bags and looked at the motel nightstand. He picked up the keys, and we eased outside, looking both ways.

He hit the clicker and Capone's car roared to life. It was a brand-new lime green Camaro parked only a few feet away. We peered in through the windows and found nothing. I stepped back, and we looked at each other before he hit the trunk button.

Hurriedly, as the trunk unlatched itself, I pushed it into an upright position. The sweetest sight that I had ever known was laying inside with her eyes closed, a gag tied around her mouth and her hands zip tied behind her back. Yara was still dressed in the clothes she'd been taken in. I reached inside and immediately checked for a pulse. It was there, beating strong and heavy.

"Thank God!" I screamed. "Liam, please help me. Why isn't she waking up?"

"He probably drugged her. She needs to sleep it completely off," he responded and eased me out of the way, and lifted Yara into his arm.

"Be careful with her," I said to him and touched my sister's limp head that had rolled slightly.

"I've got her, Little Thief" Liam smiled at me. "Let's go home, Nova."

I starred after him for a moment. Liam had become the hero of my story and saved the day. But I knew he wasn't really a hero and not actually the bad guy either. I had just watched him kill a man for me and my family and I hadn't blinked an eye.

That mental checklist that was always growing had a few new items on it. Therapy for the entire family was now at the top of the list. I wouldn’t loose Yara again. She had just went through something traumatic that a lot of girls didn’t walk away from. She’d had her innocence taken from her and even though her victimizer was dead in a musty motel room, I wanted to make sure I gave her the best tools possible to erase the damage he’d caused.