Page 41 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Forty-One

Felix Greyson

T he sun is bleeding out across the sky like a fucking masterpiece of bruises and blood.

I can feel my heart pounding, adrenaline pumping through my veins as we follow Antonio from a safe distance—close enough to tail him but far enough so he won’t catch on.

My hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles turning white.

“Keep your eyes peeled,” Matteo growls, his voice low and menacing. He’s got that killer instinct in his eyes, and I know he’s ready for whatever shit might go down.

“Got it,” I reply, not taking my eyes off the road. We’re way past Sydney now, surrounded by nothing but open land and dense gum trees. It feels like we’re stepping into enemy territory, and it makes my blood boil just thinking about what they might be doing to Aurora.

“Turn here!” Spike commands suddenly, his finger pointing at a dirt road up ahead. Antonio’s car swerves onto it, and we don’t hesitate to follow suit. The wheels kick up dust, and the car bounces over the uneven terrain, but I won’t let this bastard get away.

“Slow down, Felix,” Angel whispers, his voice barely audible over the engine’s roar. “We can’t risk being spotted.”

“Fine,” I mutter, easing off the gas pedal. It takes every ounce of self-control not to floor it again. My fingers itch to wrap around Antonio’s throat, to make him pay for touching what’s mine.

“Good call, Angel,” Matteo says, nodding in agreement. “We need to be smart about this.”

“Right,” I acknowledge, though I’m not feeling patient or rational right now. All I want is to get Aurora back, to protect her from the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole.

I glance at Matteo, his eyes glued to the phone, talking to his son, Niko. He’s been on that fucking thing the whole ride, trying to get as much intel as possible.

“Right, so the road Antonio went down has an old farmhouse, cattle yard, and a milking station,” Matteo says, relaying the information Niko got from the satellite images.

“Got it,” I reply. The image of Aurora held captive in that shithole is burning through my mind like acid. I grip the steering wheel tighter.

Next to me, Spike looks ready for a bloody massacre. His arsenal of knives strapped to every part of his body is impressive—if someone threw him in a river, the cunt would sink. The way he fits that many blades on one person is a fucking accomplishment, and I can’t help but envy his lethal skill.

“Nice collection you got there,” I say, admiring the assortment of deadly weapons .

“Thanks, mate,” Spike responds, a twisted grin spreads across his face. “Just wait till you see what they can do.”

“Focus, guys,” Angel interjects, his voice as sharp as the blades we’re all carrying. “We need to be ready for anything.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” I agree. My heart beats faster, and my adrenaline pumps hard. This isn’t just another job—it’s personal. It’s about saving my darling Aurora from the filth that wants to destroy her.

We park the car behind thick blackberry bushes. I can feel the tension building in my chest like a fucking pressure cooker, ready to explode.

“Fuck, I wish we had those earpieces,” Matteo mutters, struggling to balance his phone against his shoulder while he talks to Niko. “Making this shit harder than it needs to be.”

“Stop bitching,” I snap at him, grabbing my gear and heading out of the car. “I’m sure Niko can arrange some for the next kidnapping rescue mission.”

“I’m hoping this is the last one,” Matteo grumbles but follows me into the bushes anyway. Moody bastard.

The dried leaves crunch under our boots as we scramble through the scrub. The hot air is suffocating. My heart is pounding in my ears, drowning out the sound of insects buzzing around us. I fucking hate this place, but if it means finding Aurora, I’ll tear it apart with my bare hands.

“Up ahead,” Angel whispers, pointing to where the old cattle station looms in the distance. The red brick house looks like it’s seen better days—cracked and weather-beaten. Behind it is a concrete milking station, looking just as fucked up as the rest of this godforsaken place .

“Christ, who’d live in a shithole like this?” Spike murmurs, his eyes glinting with an unsettling hunger for violence. I can tell he’s itching to use his knives.

“Doesn’t matter,” I growl, my mind focused on one thing—finding Aurora. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah? We got a job to do.”

“Right,” Angel agrees, his eyes cold and determined. “We’ll get her back, Felix. Don’t worry.”

“Fucking better,” I mutter. The thought of anything happening to Aurora is gnawing at my insides like a pack of rabid dogs.

“Matteo, what’s the fucking plan?” I ask, my voice low and gravelly. I need to know how we’re going to tackle this shitstorm.

“Let’s split up,” Matteo says, his eyes scanning the decrepit buildings before us. “One takes the house, the other takes the milking station.”

Angel sidles up beside me, his gaze locked on the house. “Let’s go, Felix,” he says, determination dripping from his words.

“Fuck yeah,” I agree, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. We start our sneaky walk towards the house, hoping like hell that Aurora is still alive.

The grass crunches beneath our feet, each step closing in on the goddamn place where they’re holding her. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, louder than a fucking drum. My blood is boiling, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

“Keep it down,” Angel warns, his eyes darting around the property. We both know that making too much noise could tip off whoever is inside, but I can’t help it. I’m fucking furious. I clench my fists tight, trying to contain my rage.

Stay focused, Felix , I tell myself, my thoughts racing. We’ve got one shot at this, so don’t fuck it up . We need to stay sharp if we’re going to get Aurora out of here in one piece.

As we approach the house, every muscle in my body tenses up like a coiled spring. The smell of decay hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the stench of fear and desperation. It’s a vile combination that makes me want to hurl, but I push it down, keeping my focus on the task at hand.

“Ready?” Angel whispers, his eyes locked on the door. I nod, feeling a shiver run down my spine as we prepare to storm the house. Whoever is in there, they better be ready for a fucking fight because that’s exactly what they’re going to get.