Page 7 of Scarred in Silence

She didn’t care who the fuck I was sleeping with. She would beg me to use her still. I know Astra was telling Evelyn that she was upset with me, but that was all part of her little show. She likes to make other people believe her side of the story, but I know the truth.

I walk over to the wet bar in my living room and pour myself a glass of Absinthe. I sip from the drink, letting the bitterness burn into my throat.

My phone vibrates in my pocket.

“What’s up?”

“I found her,” Silas’s words ring in my ears as if a bomb had just exploded next to me.

“Where is she?” My voice is cold and unforgiving.

“Venice Beach. She took a Greyhound. She’s been there a month, it looks like. We picked her up through facial recognition. I’ll email you the details.”

“Thanks.”

I end the call and release a long exhale.

She better be ready to prove her loyalty to me, or I’ll make sure the whore never leaves again.

I walk quickly down the hall to my bedroom. I’m going to need to get a few things in order before I rescue my lost possession.

I open my closet and throw several changes of clothes into my backpack. I grab the additional bag that I have had packed for three months. The bag that contains everything I need to take back what belongs to me.

I check the bag, ensuring all the contents are present. I quickly close the bags and carry them out to the garage. I decide to take my matte black Audi RS7. I’m not flying, of course— I don’t plan on bringing her back conscious.

* * *

My veins are flooded with adrenaline. I’ve never been this thirsty for revenge, but I feel it now.

The air whips through my car as I speed down the highway. The mountains surround me as I descend into madness. The tires squeal against the pavement, and the smell of burnt rubber filters into the car.

There aren’t a lot of things that I’m passionate about, but loyalty is number one. I don’t let people into my circle who are spineless or disloyal because if I have to question their loyalty once, they won’t live long enough to do it twice. Except for fucking Astra.

I want to kill her sometimes, but I won’t. She has always been loyal to me. I know she can be loyal again. She’s just confused. Lost.

I know she has been selling herself for drugs. Letting other men take advantage of what’s mine. Fucking whore.

I kept my end of the bargain. Even though we haven’t been together. I stopped sleeping with other women because she asked me to, because I know how to be loyal. All I asked was that she gave up the stupid fucking drugs for me. She was a zombie, practically already dead.

My head is swimming with rage. I’m lucky the drive is long, that way I can be calm and collected when I see her face.

My phone rings loudly over the speakers in my car.

“What’s up?”

“You good?” Dante’s tone is etched with concern.

“Never been better.”

“You don’t have to do this. You can just let her die out there, you know.”

My hands grip the cool leather tightly, threatening to bend it until it breaks. My jaw clenches at his idea.

“I do have to do this. She fucking belongs to me.”

The line is silent for a moment before Dante lets out a breath.

“I swear to god she will be the death of you.”