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It’s been an hour, and I haven’t gotten a single update from anyone. Her parents still aren’t here, but I’ve called her mother’s cell phone and she told me they did have a delay and were twenty minutes out. That was forty minutes ago.
Right now, I’m feeling pretty defeated. Worried out of my damn mind about Bethany. Frustrated that her parents aren’t here yet and I know how much she wants them to be with her. Scared I fucked up and these people are going to bail on her, and all of her negative thinking about them showing up will be proven right.
I’m in a small waiting room by myself and there’s another larger one across the hall. Both have a door that enters into each of them, while big windows allow us all to see one another and the hallway that separates us.
I stretch my arms and legs, deciding to get up and go over to the coffee machine. I highly doubt it makes anything good, but I’ll take what I can right now. I select a hazelnut cappuccino since every other button on this damn thing doesn’t work and put in my credit card for the machine to process payment.
I stand, waiting as the notorious buzzing sound spits out my drink from the little white nozzle. Behind me I hear the sound of the door opening and believe I finally have some company. I’m sure whoever has come in here hates people as much as I do.
“Are you Leon?” a woman’s voice asks, pronouncing my name terribly wrong. I’m not Le-un.
I grab my cappuccino just as the machine finishes and turn towards the voice. “I’m Leon, yes.” I say, pronouncing my name correctly. Maybe she didn’t hear me last night. Although, my accent can come out thick every now and again.
The woman is short, maybe five foot one. Five foot two would be a stretch. She looks just like Bethany. In fact, these two could’ve been twins if Bethany still looked like she did a few years ago, before all the plastic surgery.
Next to her stands a man, only a couple inches taller and quite a bit shorter than I am. He’s in some sort of sweater vest with a plaid shirt underneath. It screams nerdy father to me, though his glasses and mustache confirm it.
“I’m so sorry we’re late. Was she upset? Oh god, she must’ve been so upset we weren’t here before she went in.” Bethany’s mother rambles on and on, putting the blame on herself for their flight being delayed. If anything, this is confirmation they’re related. Bethany does the same thing.
“She’s not upset at all. I explained your flight was delayed, and she understood. Now, you know my name, but I apologize for not asking yours, Mrs. Rosenburg.”
“Oh, goodness! I’m Angela, and this is my husband Marty.” Marty. Yep, a complete nerd.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both.” I say, extending my hand to Angela and then Marty.
We all sit somewhat near one another and chat, learning more about the other. I discovered Angela is a retired teacher and taught high school English for a very long time. Marty on the other hand is a computer programmer who is avid about not retiring. He says he needs the work to keep himself busy, and I completely understand that. I still can’t grasp what encouraged my father to step back from the Clans. I wonder if it was the danger, the bullshit, or my mother.
I feel a buzzing in my pocket and see the name ‘private’ come up on my screen. Normally, I wouldn’t take it. However, I have a gut feeling. “Please excuse me for a few minutes while I take this call,” I say to Bethany’s parents as I rise from my seat, answer the phone and head out the door into the hallway.
“Hello?” I state, sounding cold and irritated. The cappuccino didn’t help much, considering it’s complete trash.
“Hiya Leon.” A man is on the other end of the phone, sounding like we’re old buddies.
I furrow my brows, vaguely recognizing the voice. “Who is this?”
“Damn, you’ve forgotten about me already. It’s Trojan, Ion’s friend’s friend. The one who helped you get information on the Rosenburgs.”
“Ah, okay. Yes. What’s up?” Why the fuck is this dude calling me? I have everything I need.
“Well, I got a little bored in the middle of the night and decided to do a little digging on your girlfriend.”
“Excuse me?” I hiss, angered beyond belief. The second I find this computer nerd I’ll strangle him until he’s dead.
“Hold your horses, dude. I found out a lot about her husband, you know, the shitty one. I get the feeling that he’s not exactly a friend of the two of you and thought you might like to know he booked a flight to Miami. You know, where Bethany has been living. I found some police reports filed by women where they’ve stated he’s assaulted them and then suddenly shit gets quiet. Not really sure what this dude does, but I don’t have a good feeling.”
“Thank you for relaying the information,” I respond, grateful that we’re not in Miami right now. We were lucky this time, but it won’t always be this way. No matter what, this vermin will continue to come for Bethany whenever the fuck he feels like it. This is simply something I’m not okay with. “Trojan, can you keep an eye on this bastard for me while I make some arrangements? I’ll pay you handsomely.”
Trojan chuckles on the other end, “I figured as much. Sure thing, boss.”
“Good deal,” I say, hanging up the phone.
There’s only one thing to do: call my men and get them to kidnap Noah. They’ll bring his ass to New York and I’ll finally have the opportunity to handle this the best way I know how.
