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I look into the lens and tune into my inner O’Reilly.
“Untie me and I’ll smile as I watch the life drain out of your fucking eyes you piece of shit.”
This time I see his hand coming towards me and I manage to stop myself from crying out as it makes contact with my face. Instead, I turn my head to look at him and spit out the blood that’s in my mouth from where I bit my inner cheek.
“Fucking bitch!” he screams as he throws his phone onto the bed before tightening his hands around my throat. I try not to fight against him, it’s what he will want but panic starts to kick in as I try desperately to get some breath into my burning lungs, but his hold is too tight, and nothing is getting in or out. I instantly start to thrash against his grip but to no avail. Things are starting to darken around the edge of my vision and I know I’m close to losing consciousness.
As I let my eyes close and stop fighting against him, I think of my daddies, of how they smiled at me the last time I saw them. How Jason’s lips felt as he kissed me. How Maximus probably smiled when I text him, calling him out on stalking me. Sean laughing when I promised to come and see him when I got back from the club. And Christian, god what I would give to see that smile he only ever shows me, the soft side of him that is my happy place. The four of them smiling is the last thing I remember as I slip into darkness.
35
Maximus
“FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!”
I jump up from the chair as Jason storms into the dining room his phone in his hand.
“I’m going to fucking kill him!” he yells as he thrusts the phone at Terry. “Use that to track that fucking prick!” Terry looks at the phone in his hand and heads around to the computer he has set up here.
“What did he send?” I ask approaching Jason. I go to place a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs me off.
“I haven’t watched it all! I want it tracked quickly!” he yells as he starts pacing around the room. I look to the door as Christian rushes in. He takes one look at Jason and then at Terry who is tapping on the computer.
“Another video?” he asks as he walks to stand by Terry. I quickly follow suit and we both lean over his shoulder as he pulls up the video from Jason’s messages. We watch as Hudson touches her, he films as his fingers slide up her leg, push her dress out of the way and cup her, touching her lace black underwear I know she would have worn for us to find when she got home.
I listen as he taunts her about forcing her orgasms and Jasmine answers him back threatening to kill him, more than once. My heart swells with pride as she doesn’t back down and doesn’t let him see she is scared, because as brave as she is acting, I can see the fear in her eyes. Only those who know her will see it, but it’s there and I hate him for scaring her.
We watch helplessly as he hits her a second time and then the phone gets thrown out of the way but keeps recording. A noise fills the silence and for a second, I can’t work out what it is.
“He’s choking her,” Terry stutters as we listen to Jasmine fighting to get her breath, her arms and legs thrashing against the restraints as she tries to fight him and just as quickly everything goes silent. My heart stops as I strain to listen for any sign that she is still breathing, that she has managed to get free.
“Fucking breathe,” Terry whispers as we all stare at the screen, Jason now beside us as we all wait for something to happen.
Suddenly the sound of Jasmine gasping and coughing comes through the speaker, and we all let out the breath we were holding with her. I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as the phone gets picked up and we see Jasmine out cold on the bed her face bright red having passed out from being strangled. The red marks are already showing on her neck, and I can see a trickle of blood running from her mouth. Hudson’s face comes onto the screen.
“You’ve been too soft on her, she doesn’t know how to behave herself. I think it’s time I taught her a lesson or two.” The screen goes blank as the video ends. We all stay looking at the computer screen for a moment all too shell-shocked as speak.
Christian is the first one to move, he doesn’t say a thing he just gets up and storms out of the room. Terry, Jason and I all share a look and we know someone has to go after him, to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid. I watch as Jason turns and heads out of the door.
“I’ll try and track the signal again. Hopefully, with the video being longer we can find out at least what area they are in.” I turn to Terry and nod before he starts typing away on the computer again.
“If you get a location, call me.” Terry looks at me and nods. I turn on my heels and head out of the sitting room heading straight for the garage. I can hear voices coming from Christian’s office, but I can’t face them, not right now.
Sean will be back in a minute. He was planning on asking around at the school to see if anyone has spotted Hudson hanging around. He also wanted to check on her friends as it’s what Jasmine would want us to do. I don’t want to be here when he gets back either, I need space to think, to clear my head. I jump into my car and pull out of the garage heading away from the house as quickly as possible.
Everyone seems to have their jobs to keep them busy, so they can say they have done something useful. What am I doing? Nothing. That’s what I’m doing. As usual, I’m just the one that follows Jason and Christian around, I’m the fists, the one to beat the information out of people. The problem is no matter how hard I beat them they can’t tell us shit. We’re no closer to finding Jasmine than we were when she was first taken.
I drive out of the property and head for the open road. I turn the music on and fucking Nickelback instantly starts blazing. The last time I was in the car Jasmine had picked the music and of course, it was her favourite band. The song “Because of you” blast out and I listen to the lyrics as they sing“I won’t stand around and I won’t watch you die.”
I swerve the car off the road and come to a screeching stop.
“Fuck!” I scream as I hit the steering wheel. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I clutch my head in my hands and yell into the air. I’m fucking drowning here and I don’t see a way out. My whole life I have known that if I don’t know how to deal with a situation then my older brothers would be there to help me. But this, this is out of all our hands and none of us knows what the fuck to do next. I try and think, clear my head and work out what I can do that might help. For some reason, a conversation I had with shorty comes to mind.
I’m watching Jasmine work through a new dance, and she keeps stopping and going back to the start.
“Why don’t you just dance the whole thing and then practice it all together?” I ask after she stops for the fifth time. Jasmine looks at my reflection in the mirror as she gets into her starting position.
“To climb a flight of stairs you have to take each step one at a time.”
