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It worked. His abuse made me numb to everything. After my mom left, Lainey was the only thing that actually sparked any kind of emotion. Her beauty, stubbornness, and kindness made me feel alive. She made me believe I could be something other than a monster.She probably thinks you are one now, because of what you did to her.
But now, without her, I don’t ever feel anything, and I won’t ever again until I have her back in my arms.
I’ll find her before they do, as payback for leading me on, shooting me, and leaving me for dead. No fucking around. She belongs tome.
My father hated my feelings for her, and destroyed his records on where she was sent, just to spite me. I searched everywhere I could, even for backup records, but still nothing. If he even gave me an ounce of happiness, that would have been too much for his cold, black heart to handle. The only thing he understood was depravity.
I have to find her. I can’t let her down.
A vibrating sound pulls me from my thoughts, and I reach over to grab my phone. “Hello,” I answer with a growl.
“Well, someone’s all cheery and bright-eyed this morning.” Lee Davis’ voice comes through the speaker.
Lee Davis was a consistent customer of my father’s. He’s one of those guys that you go to for information—he knows just about everything, or he can find out. But you only do it at a cost. His deals always involve him doing you a favor, then randomly springing something that he needs on you when you least expect it. He’s a slimy fucker; he can’t be trusted with anything, which is why I’d turned to Brandon and the dark web rather than contact him earlier. I’m only going to this asshole as a last resort.
I might regret this, but it’s my only option now.
“What did you find out?” I demand, not wanting to deal with his bullshit.
“Ahh, a little impatient, are we? Well it looks like you’re in luck today. That name you gave me—Harvey Sutton. Yeah, looks like he’s connected to someone you already know.”
“What? What do you mean, he’s connected to someone I already know? I’ve searched for him and any associates he may have and couldn’t find a damn thing.” My voice comes out harshly. There’s no way I already know who Sutton is. If I did, I wouldn’t have had to ask this fucker for help.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. You know that guy Genesis who you and your old man used to work with? Turns out he’s one of Harvey Sutton’s employees. He’s his second in command—he does the face-to-face work, while Sutton’s more of the behind the scenes guy. Sutton never does the pick ups himself, so not many people realize he’s the one in charge of it all.”
What. The. Fuck.
This man has been right under my nose this entire time and I was too fucking dumb to realize it. Maybe Lainey deserves better, because my careless stupidity has made this harder than it ever needed to be. My father and I worked multiple times with Genesis; I always assumed that he was the top of the operation. We always had direct contact with Genesis—I think—and we met either at the warehouse or at random locations. Never anywhere personal, so I had no idea where this man was from. Shit, I don’t even know his real name.
“Where the hell is he located?” My hand grips the phone tighter, the longer this conversation goes on. At this point, I could crush it into dust with how angry I am.
“Looks like Sutton has two locations in Abingdon.” He pauses after that sentence.
This fucker better stop playing with me.
“Get on with it. What are the addresses?” I demand, not wanting to deal with his bullshit anymore.
“Why do you need them? I heard through the grapevine that you aren’t doing much trafficking anymore, Little Nash,” he taunts. The sound of that nickname he gave me years ago causes my blood to boil. I don’t know how much he actually knows so I’m not giving anything away. I’ve tried to keep it under lock and key that I’m no longer trafficking, so he could be trying to get me to confess something.
“You heard wrong. Now give me the addresses.”
“Alright, alright. 773 Adair Lane and 261 Cherry Hill Road.”
I don’t even give him the respect of a reply back, I just end the call and take another drink of whiskey. Abingdon is only two hours away from Craibridge. She was only two hours away from me, and I couldn’t find her. I’m such a fucking failure. How could she be this close and I didn’t know?
This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to finding her. Knowing exactly where my beautiful Lainey is, I’m desperate to bring her home to me. I’ll get ready to charge in there, not taking no for an answer. She’ll be leaving that house with me, no matter what I have to do.
Deciding that I can’t go get my girl looking like a disgusting pig, I push out of my chair and head toward the shower, stripping off my sweatpants as I go. I turn the temperature as high as it can go and stand under the water, letting it scald my skin. The water stings my fresh cuts, but I don’t care.
The thought of going to Sutton’s, fucking him up, and saving Lainey from that revolting man turns me on more than it should. I’m not sure if this man knows who I am—because I clearly had no idea who he was—but he’s about to find out.
The thought of having her in my home, in my arms, in my bed, makes me hard as steel. I reach down and stroke my length at the thought of her.
I found an ad in Brandon’s apartment when I went over there to look for more information. Unfortunately for me, that ad was a dead end. It looked like it had been printed off the internet with no contact information, so all I could do was keep it and stare at my beautiful girl. She looks older, not like the girl I once knew. She’s dressed in tiny jean shorts that are more like panties and a red crop top that ties around her neck. She looks thin, but her body has those natural curves to it. Though she’s smiling in the picture, she looks dead inside, her eyes void of any happiness.
She might look sad, but she is still the most beautiful girl in the world.
Just thinking of her grown up into this gorgeous creature has my dick getting hard. The pressure is almost too intense to handle and I see precum leaking from the tip. Even when I’m full of whiskey, my cock still knows exactly who it is I want the most.
