My lips pull up in a humorless smirk. I turn around curling and uncurling my fist as I try to take the next logical step. Although logic strays far away from the thoughts running through my head. Thoughts of death and destruction.
“Seize him,” I order and one of my men immediately moves to do my bidding. “That one too.”
I gesture towards the far end of the wall where a man with the obviously fake blonde hair cowers. He’s the bartender from the night I met Liliana. They’re the only ones left in here. The both of them are dragged to their knees in front of me. I drag my gun over the face of the blonde one, my vision slightly hazy.
“Tell me where she is,” I grit out. “Or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”
His eyes grow red with tears that don’t fall.
“We don’t know!” he yells. “She just left. Told us she was quitting and asked Carlos to find a replacement.”
“Ah,” I mutter before swinging my eyes towards the big guy. The one who calls the shots apparently. “You know where she is.”
“I don’t,” he says steadily.
“How can I find her?”
“You can’t.”
My eyes narrow into slits, “Don’t fucking tell me what I can’t or can’t do. What’s her last name? Her number.”
How the fuck do I not already have that information?!
The man on his knees in front of me smirks, clearly enjoying this. I’ll be sure to unleash everything I’m feeling at the moment on his skin later. Right now though, I need some answers.
“She’s disconnected her line. As for her last name. I don’t know it!”
“What?”
“She gave me a fake ID when she started working here, and I never tried to find out who she really is. For all we know, Liliana isn’t even her real name.”
“The fuck it isn’t,” I hiss. “You’re lying!”
I refuse to believe he could be this useless.
“No amount of torture is going to make that a lie. She’s gone and she isn’t coming back.”
Torture sounds good right now. Actually it sounds like a fantastic idea.
I look away from him in disgust, running a hand through my hair.
“Get them out of here!”
They’re led out of the bar and my gaze unwillingly moves towards the stage. The first time I saw her. I remember the way she had glowed and that voice that could lead a man into a trance. If I’d known she would disappear, I would have burned it into memory. Instead I’d been trying hard to forget it.
I ask my men to look around the bar, ensuring there isn’t anyone inside. And then I request some kerosene. Heat churns through me as I douse the walls of the bar in the liquid, every inch of it soaked. When I step outside and pull out my lighter, I briefly consider my actions.
This will surely cause a headache. But I do it anyway, tossing the lighter at the door. Almost immediately the place is engulfed in fire. It licks through every inch of it, a roaring inferno. The heat from the flames rivals the heat burning within me.
I stand there till the entire place is burned down.
I stand there until the realization settles deep within me.
She left. That was a huge mistake. One I’ll ensure she pays for.
One way or another, I’ll have her back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
