Page 35 of Felix (4 Seats #2)
Chapter Thirty-Five
Felix Greyson
I wake up to a fucking cold bed, and I know something is off. Aurora isn’t there, but that isn’t a surprise. She’s probably down at the pool doing laps. Whenever that girl can’t sleep, she’s in the water, swimming like a goddamn fish.
“Shit,” I mutter, scratching my head as I kick off the covers and throw on some pants and t-shirt.
I need to find her and check up on my girl.
Her dark eyes and long, black hair always haunt my thoughts.
And those tattoos? Damn. They cover her body like a second skin.
She’s been through some real shit, but she’s strong.
Resilient. A survivor of abuse and trauma, sure, but still vulnerable.
“Hey, darling!” I yell out, hoping she’ll hear me from the pool. No answer. That’s fine. I’ll go find her myself.
“Fucking hell,” I grumble, walking barefoot across the cold floor.
My feet barely make a sound, but my heart is pounding in my ears.
The thought of Aurora alone and swimming makes me feel all kinds of ways—protective, mostly, but also turned on.
She does things to me. Things I can’t even begin to explain.
I walk down to the kitchen, and the back patio door is wide open, letting in a chilly morning breeze. Aurora must’ve left it like that when she went out for her swim.
“Fucking typical,” I mutter, grabbing some yoghurt and fruit from the refrigerator. I know my girl likes her healthy breakfast when she’s done with her laps. Nothing but the best for my Aurora. I head out to the pool, hoping to surprise her with this shit.
“Darling, I got your favourite…” I call out the open patio door. But as I step out, I find the pool fucking empty. Not a single sign of my girl. Her phone and towel are lying there on the seat next to the pool, looking all lonely and shit.
“Where the fuck is she?” I wonder aloud, trying to keep my voice steady. She must be around here somewhere, right? Maybe she just went to take a piss or something.
“Yo, Aurora!” I holler, hoping she’ll hear me wherever she is. “You done with your swim already?”
Silence. No answer at all. It’s like the whole world is holding its breath, waiting to fuck with me.
“Dammit,” I say, pushing down the worry bubbling up in my chest. I’m not going to let this shit get to me. My girl is tough and can handle herself. And if she can’t, then I will. That’s a fucking promise.
“Come on out, darling,” I whisper, glancing around the pool area. “I got our breakfast ready. Don’t keep me hanging.”
I plop my ass on the seat, yoghurt and fruit in hand. I’ll give her ten minutes before I start busting down doors. Ten fucking minutes pass, though, and she still isn’t back. A cold shiver runs down my spine, and the prickles on my neck scream that something is off.
“Alright, enough of this shit,” I mutter, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Time to play detective and find out where the hell Aurora is.
I grab my phone and pull up the cameras to see what’s going on. My fingers grip the phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. I don’t need anybody telling me something is wrong. I can feel it deep in my gut.
The footage pops up on my screen, and what I see chills me to the bone. My blood turns to ice, and a fire blazes in my gut, the kind that screams for vengeance. I watch the video again and again, every detail etching itself into my mind.
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, my eyes glued to the fucking screen.
The video shows my Aurora walking out at five this morning in her swimmers, getting ready for some laps like she always does when sleep is a no-show.
She places her towel on the seat, turning around just in time for this masked prick to grab her in a headlock.
He chokes her till she passes out, and I can feel the rage building inside me like a fucking volcano.
This bastard tosses her over his shoulder like she’s nothing, walking out the back gate nonchalantly. Fuck him. I switch the camera view, watching as he carries her to the front like she’s trash. My blood boils hotter, and I know I won’t stop until I find her and make these fuckers pay.
“Angel,” I snap, dialling his number. “Pull up my fucking cameras right now.”
“Wha–” he starts, but I don’t give him time to finish.
“Watch it, Angel. Watch what happens to Aurora,” I snarl. I hear him swearing as he sees what I saw.
“Fuck, man, there’s a tattoo,” he says breathlessly. “Looks like a snake wrapped around his wrist. I’m not fuckin sure, but…”
“Find out who he is, Angel. Find out where they took her,” I growl, my heart pounding in my chest like a sledgehammer. This isn’t just about Aurora anymore. This is personal. Whoever did this, they’re going to wish they never laid a hand on her.
“On it,” Angel says, determination in his voice.
“Keep me updated. And be ready to move when we find her,” I say, clenching my fists so hard my knuckles turn white. Everything in me wants to tear these pricks apart, but first, we must find them.
“Understood,” he replies, and I hang up the phone.
“Whoever you fucks are…” I whisper, the fire in my gut burning brighter than ever, “… you’re gonna fucking pay.”
My hands tremble as I snatch the keys, fury pumping through my veins. I don’t have time for hesitation. I must get to Matteo’s place and fast. Aurora is counting on .
“Fuck!” I slam the car door, jamming on the gas pedal. The engine roars like a caged beast, eager to attack. My grip tightens on the wheel, and my knuckles are as white as bone. “Hang on, darling. I’m coming.”
The asphalt blurs beneath me. Thirty minutes never felt so fucking long, but I push the pedal harder, trying to drown out the fear pounding in my chest. No one touches what’s mine. No one.
“Matteo better have some fucking answers,” I mutter, teeth grinding. He’s my last hope, and I won’t let him pussyfoot around this shit. Not when Aurora’s life is on the line.
I finally pull up to Matteo’s swanky pad in Double Bay, tyres screeching like banshees on the pavement. My heart races, the fire in my gut blazing hotter than ever. I drive up to his front gate and hold my horn flat.
“Matteo!” I shout, eyes wide and wild. “We got a fucking problem!”
“What the fuck, Felix?” Matteo growls, walking out the front door, eyes cold as ice. “You can’t just?—”
“Shut your goddamn mouth!” I snap, cutting him off. “Someone’s taken Aurora, and we need to find her. Now!”
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs and runs a hand down his face. “What happened?”
“Does it fucking matter?” I spit, fists clenched. “We need to find her, and I don’t have the time for your bullshit questions!”
“Alright, alright,” Matteo says, holding up his hands in surrender. “Let me just make some calls.”
“Make it quick,” I warn, pacing the driveway like a caged animal. “And you better pray we find her before I burn this city down.”
“Trust me, Felix…” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialling with steady hands. Whoever he calls answers straightaway. “Spike, get here now and grab Angel… someone has taken Aurora,” he says and hangs up.
As Matteo ends the call, Eleanor emerges from the front door wearing luxurious silk pyjamas. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her expression is full of irritation. “What in the world is going on?” she demands, her voice sharp and impatient.
Matteo turns to face her, his own expression grave. “Someone has kidnapped Aurora. I have to go help Felix find her,” he explains as he approaches Eleanor and plants a soft kiss on her forehead. A determined look crosses her features as she turns to me with shock in her eyes.
“You better damn well find her,” she says firmly to Matteo before turning on her heels and striding back inside. “I’ll go wake up Niko. He can help,” she calls over her shoulder.
Who the fuck is Niko?