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I try and get back to sleep but the snores are just loud enough to keep me awake. Damn. Opening my eyes, the room is still shrouded in darkness, I'm now lying on my back, maybe that's what woke me. The pain from moving from my side onto my back? Lying here I can tell that my pain is diminishing. I'm not as sore as I had been earlier. I manage to turn back onto my side without crying out in pain. Once I'm settled down onto my side, I close my eyes again and sink into the dirty mattress.
Keys jingling has my eyes popping open and my heart racing. That noise didn't come from inside of this room. When footsteps sound, I begin to panic. "Lace," I whisper shout, hoping that she’ll wake up, but without alerting whoever it is coming that I’m awake, that we’re awake.
"Huh?" Lacey says groggily.
"Ssh," I tell her still whispering. "Listen." And just as I finish saying the word, the sound of footsteps and keys jingle again.
"Mia," She gasps. "Who's that?"
"I don't know." I tell her as fear grips hold of me
"Someone's coming," Lace whispers as the footsteps are getting closer and there's nowhere for us to hide, we're sitting ducks. "Who is it?" She asks just as the door opens, my nose is filled with a musky vanilla scent. It's so strong that it's making my breath catch. I hate the smell of vanilla at the best of times but God, it smells as though he’s bathed in it.
Three
Hudson
Sweat dripping from my temples, my knuckles pissing blood as I throw another jab at this fuckers jaw. "Where is she?" I ask him once more, my teeth clenched. I'm ready to snap this fuckers neck if he doesn't answer my damn question.
His face unrecognizable, I've done some serious damage to it but nothing too life threatening as of yet, the fucker smiles. "Someone took your girl?" he questions and I'm seriously losing my patience. "So that’s the way to get to the great Hudson Brady?" He mocks me, "Alas, it wasn't me. Although I wish it was."
I shouldn't believe him, but I do and fuck me, that means every avenue has been looked into and nothing. Mia is gone and she's been gone three fucking days and I've no idea where to even start looking for her. My men have abandoned every job they were on and are out trying to locate her.
"And why the fuck should we believe you have nothing to do with this?" Jagger snaps his voice is cold.
Juan laughs. "Because up until this moment I had no idea Mr Brady had a girl. If I did, she would have died as soon as I knew."
My feet move without me even realizing. My hands are around his throat squeezing the life out of him. Red heats his face as he struggles for breath, his fingers clawing at my wrists but I don't ease up, in fact I squeeze tighter. “I’ve always hated you, the worst thing my dad did was go into business with your sorry ass.”
He struggles for breath, his fight leaving him, this is his last remaining moments on earth and I’m fucking glad that I’m going to be the last person he sees. My jaw clenching and my knuckles whiten with the pressure I have on his neck. “May you rot in hell you bastard,” I say through clenched teeth as I release his throat and wrap my arm around his neck, snapping his neck in the process.
“Boss, do you really think he had nothing to do with this?” Jagger asks, his nostrils flaring as he cracks his knuckles. He's on edge. We both are; we just want the girls
found. It’s been three fucking days since the girls have been taken and I'm going out of my mind. Jagger is trying his fucking hardest to keep me from gutting everyone, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before I crack.
I have no fucking idea who's taken them. I have an enemy out there and I have no idea who they are and that is what's killing me. Someone has a grudge against me and they've kept it fucking secret the whole time. It's my fault the girls are gone, it has to be. There's no other explanation for why they have been gone for three days and we’ve not heard one word about them. No proof of life, no phone call, no ransom demand, nothing. I'm going mad, I'm losing my sanity. Every second I don't hear anything, a piece of me dies. It's funny I didn't think I had a heart until having her in my life. It proved that I can love someone. Mia’s everything and I'm not going to stop until I find her and whoever has got her is going to die by the most painful, slowest death I can think of. They’re a dead man walking. You do not fuck with Hudson Brady, and if you do you face the consequences.
“Yes, I do believe he had nothing to do with this. The man was a psychopath, if he found out that I had a woman after me deporting his cousin, he would have killed her, there's no doubt about it. So yes, he had nothing to do with their disappearance.” It fucking pains me to say that shit, it just proves that I have no idea where they are.
“What are you going to do?” Jag asks cracking his neck from side to side.
I stare at him. “We need to find who has them. Any ideas?” I ask, this is how bad it's got when I have to ask him for ideas because I have no idea who could have taken them.
“We start from the beginning,” he tells me before he glances to the side. “Hudson, I hate to say it but I think we have a rat. Someone in our organization knows where the girls are. Someone has them.”
I shake my head, this is something I’ve been battling with internally.
Jagger smirks, his pearly white teeth showing as he does so. “Yeah, I don't think so either but after all the shit that's happened; Juan finding out we had his cousin deported and someone finding out about Mia and Lacey.” He shrugs. “There has to be rat. We’ve a snitch in the ranks.”
“Jagger, if there's a snitch it points to five people, they’re the only ones that know about Mia and Lacey. Those five people are my dad, Tina, Barney, Martin, and you. Do you really think my dad's going to be a snitch? Do you believe Tina would put her daughter in danger? Put Lacey in danger?” He shakes his head. “So that leaves three... You, Martin, and Barney. Which one is it?” I ask and his eyes widen, before anger fills them. “Yeah, you get what I'm talking about. There's a snitch and it’s someone very, very close to us.”
“Barney.” He growls. “It has to be with everything that happened with Lacey. What is it, pay back?” The look on Jagger's face tells me that he's not even going to give Barney a chance to explain himself, he's going to go in all guns blazing.
“Give the man a chance to talk. It might not be him, Jag.” I can’t believe I’m the one being reasonable. “Yes, he did Lacey wrong but haven’t we all treated a woman badly?” Jagger gives me a look, one that tells me that he hasn't. I scoff. “Yeah. Because you are a saint.” I reply sarcastically. “Wasn't it you that kissed that bitch only hours after Sarah left your bed? Jag we’re not good men, hell we’ve never claimed to be, but when it comes to our women we treat them with respect. We show them what they mean to us. It's taken us a while to get them back, we never got the chance to do that properly before they were snatched from us. We’re not going to let that shit fly!” I growl, all my pent up anger is bubbling on the surface. I’ve been fighting it back, keeping myself in check because letting it loose won’t help anyone. Especially not Mia.
“It's time to talk to Barney.” I give Jagger a glare. “Just a talk Jag, he may not be the one.” I laugh, fuck me, when did I turn into my father? Before this I would have flown off the deep end. I’d have knocked anyone who stood in my way out, and yet someone has taken my girl and I'm being diplomatic.
Jag huffs like a child. “Fine, we'll do it your way, Boss,” he says as if he’s humoring me. “But that fuck says one thing, I’m slitting his throat there and then.”
