Page 39 of Felix (4 Seats #2)
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Felix Greyson
B lood. It’s everywhere—on my hands, clothes, and staining the floor beneath the latest corpse. Four fucking days, and we still can’t find Aurora.
“Got anything?” Matteo asks, standing over another body. He doesn’t stop me. He knows how important this is.
“Nothing,” I growl, frustration clawing at my insides. “These fuckers don’t know shit.”
“Keep looking. Someone’s bound to talk,” he says, unfazed by the carnage around us.
I grab the nearest man by his collar, my grip tightening like a vice. “You! Tell me where the Costa brothers are!” I snarl, my face inches from his.
“Fuck you!” he spits back. Big mistake.
With a fierce and calculated movement, I slam him into the rough brick wall, my fingers digging into his throat like sharp talons.
His eyes widen in terror as he struggles to gasp for precious air.
“Wrong answer,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my patience wearing thin.
Every muscle in my body is tense and ready to strike.
I squeeze my hand around his fragile neck, feeling the bones crunching beneath my grip.
In a desperate attempt to save himself, the man’s hands claw at mine, but it only fuels my rage.
With a primal scream, I pull harder, determined to rip out his throat with my bare hands.
As he chokes and sputters, his lifeless body slumps against the wall, leaving me standing there holding his corpse.
Day six, and I’m fucking exhausted. My knuckles are bruised from beating the shit out of every lowlife in this godforsaken city. But Matteo is right—we’re getting closer.
“Hey!” Spike yells as he bursts into our makeshift office, his face flushed with excitement. “We got somethin’, Felix!”
“Spit it out,” I demand, adrenaline coursing through me.
“Got a call from one of our guys,” Spike recounts, breathless. “Says there’s this junkie who’s been approached by some guy with a snake tattoo on his arm. Wants bags of fluid, local anaesthetic, antibiotics, burn cream… the works.”
“Sounds like the Costa brothers,” Matteo murmurs.
“Where is he?” I ask my voice tense, fists clenching.
“Waiting for us at the warehouse,” Spike says. “He’s shitting bricks… thinks we’re gonna kill him or something.”
“Good. Let him sweat,” I growl out, stalking towards the door.
As we pull up to the warehouse, I see him—skinny, twitchy bastard, eyes darting around like he’s expecting a bullet any second. Good .
“Who’s your new friend?” I sneer, slamming the car door behind me.
“Name’s Ratty,” he replies, his voice shaking. “H-heard you were lookin’ for the Costa brothers?”
“Cut the shit,” I snap, grabbing him by his filthy shirt. “What do you know?”
“Man with a snake tattoo…” Ratty stammers, “… a-asked me for supplies. Strange stuff. Told your guy, Spike, about it. Thought it might help.”
“Where did he want to meet you for the supplies?” Matteo asks, his voice icy calm compared to my rage.
“Abandoned building in Campbelltown,” Ratty mutters, sweat beading on his brow. “W-wants me to meet him tonight.”
“Looks like we’ve got a date,” I say, shoving Ratty back and turning to Matteo. “Let’s find this fucker.”
“Wait,” Matteo cautions, his eyes darkening. “We need to be careful. This could be a trap.”
“Doesn’t matter.” My voice is low and lethal. “If it gets us closer to Aurora, I don’t care if it’s a fucking minefield.
“Alright,” Matteo sighs, knowing there’s no stopping me now.
I climb back into the car, every muscle in my body coiled with rage that won’t be sated until I find her.
The setting sun casts long, dark shadows around the overgrown bush where I’m crouching.
Sweat trickles down my face as I wait, my heart pounding like a damn jackhammer.
Ratty is on the rotting porch, holding the supplies, looking nervous as fuck.
We plan to follow that cunt back to wherever he’s hiding out.
And God, I hope Aurora is stashed there.
“Patience,” I mutter under my breath. We’ve been here for hours, and my legs ache from staying so still. But I can’t risk blowing this. Not when it means getting Aurora back.
I hear the low rumble of an engine approaching, and my grip tightens on the knife in my hand.
An Audi A5 pulls up, sleek as a predator.
Antonio Costa steps out, smirking like he owns the goddamn world.
He’s wearing a tailored suit, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing off that snake tattoo coiling around his arm.
I want to run from my hiding spot and gut him right now, but no, that won’t get me Aurora.
Play it cool, Felix , I tell myself as Ratty hands over the supplies to Antonio. Just a little longer .
“Here’s your shit,” Ratty says, voice trembling. Antonio nods, barely glancing at the goods before tossing a stack of cash Ratty’s way. It’s like he doesn’t even care about the supplies.
“Thanks for the prompt delivery,” Antonio sneers, climbing back into his car. “Now fuck off.”
“Y-yeah, sure thing,” Ratty stammers, clutching the money.
My jaw clenches as the Audi drives away. “Now, we follow,” I whisper, feeling the rage building in my chest. We’ll find Aurora, and I’ll make that bastard pay for what he’s done to her.
Aurora, hold on. I’m coming for you.