Page 44 of His & Hers

“I’m looking for Andre Mastos,” I growled as Eugene studied the youth carefully. The man in front of me suddenly seemed to lose his bravado, glancing at the older guy beside him.

“Who wants to know?” He sneered as Eugene pistol-whipped him in the face causing blood to spurt from the guy’s nose and mouth.

“We ask the fucking questions, punk. Move.”

I walked past him into the house, dying inside, when I saw girls lying on the floor, clearly fucked on drugs. I stepped over them after checking none were Alice when I saw a man observing me from the top of the stairs.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I sighed as I aimed my gun at his stomach, walking towards him slowly.

“More fucking questions. Where’s Alice?”

He looked puzzled before stepping back slowly.

“I don’t know who the fuck-”

Pop.

He went down like the sack of shit he was, and I stepped over him as he moaned in agony. I pushed my boot on his throat as I leaned down.

“Beautiful blonde. Brought here last night.”

He was choking, and I lifted my boot slightly to give him enough air to answer my question.

“Basement,” he managed to choke out before I swiftly kicked him in the head, knocking him cleanout.

Eugene was already ahead of me, opening the door beneath the stairs to reveal stone steps and darkness.

Fucking bastards.

Loud music played, and I heard moaning, making my stomach churn.

“Come on, baby, be nice.” I heard someone chuckle from the far end of the corridor, my teeth sinking into my lip as I noticed there were four doors in front of us. One was open, and that was where I could hear the current conversation.

“Fuck you!” spat a voice as I suddenly heard the sound of a stinging slap on skin.

That wasn’t Alice.

But it wassomeone.

“No, it will bemefuckingyou. Through your fucking eye socket if you don’t watch your fucking mouth,” I heard the bastard roar as Eugene strolled into the room silently. I opened the first door, seeing an overweight man pounding away at some young girl who was frozen in fear.

I grabbed him by the throat, dragging his sorry carcass away from the girl beneath him.

“Where’s Alice?” I spat, my hand tightening around his throat. His eyes bulged as he grabbed pointlessly at my hands.

“Alice? The blonde?” The girl asked quietly, dragging the dirty sheet around her waist as I turned my stare to her. She must’ve been eighteen, maximum. Her large brown eyes looked up at me as she pointed to the corridor. “She’s in the end room withhim.”

She shuddered as I nodded, not before squeezing the air out of the cunt in my hands.

I was doing society a favor.

“Get out,” I grunted at her before moving swiftly out of the room. I kicked the door open to see my daughter’s gaze flicker over me in shock; a man crouched between her knees, staring at me with gritted teeth.

“Get behind me,” he ordered as she shook her head.

“Lucas, no. This is... this is my Daddy,” she whimpered, his eyes blazing as he studied me.