AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If they come back at all,” Isaac grumbled.
“And I’ll be glad to do so,” I said with a half-assed smile. “Problem is I don’t have his phone number.”
With muttered curses under his breath, Father fished out his phone then tossed it to me.
“His number’s in there. Call him and give him the details while I go upstairs and grab the laptop. I can track them through the GPS in your car.”
Forty-Two
Samara
“Phantom,”Imutteredcalmly,gulping hard as my hands tightened against the steering wheel, the barrel of his gun aimed at my head, still visible in my peripheral. “Where are we—"
“Shut up,” he commanded in a dark sneer, the sound shooting chills through me.
He’d seriously lost his goddamn mind. After he’d all but dragged me out of the house, his body shaking as he took in the damage to his car and the house, like it’d finally registered in his brain that he actually bulldozed straight through the fucking garage, he shoved me behind the wheel of Rhett’s SUV and demanded I drive. The only other vehicle the others could’ve used to follow us was Xavier’s, but Phantom made damn sure to shoot out the passenger side tires just before the others came storming out the door after us. And with Finn being oh-so-conveniently held up in this sinister shit Damien stirred up, who knew how long it’d be before someone tracked us down.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been driving but it felt like forever. I still had no idea where the hell we were going, what was going through Phantom’s unhallowed mind, nothing. I was so furious with him it was unreal. The crazy fuck could’ve killed himself, crashing into the house like that. He was hurt, too. There was a nasty cut above his eyebrow that still had tiny, glinting glass shards stuck inside of it and blood trickling from the wound. He’d have a hell of a lot more injuries if it weren’t for me letting my guard down when Xavier…
I shook my head, refusing to believe it because I just knew it wasimpossible. Besides, that really wasn’t all that important right now. I had to find some way to get through to Phantom before he fucked around and got us both killed.
“Can you at least put the gun down? If you were going to shoot me, I think we both know you would’ve done it already.”
He scoffed at me, and at first, I didn’t think he’d comply, but I was amazed at how fast my racing heart eased back to normal when he lowered the weapon, clicked the safety off, then recklessly dropped it in his lap.
“Just keep driving,” his gruff voice shook out beside me as he stared out the window. “Head towards the warehouse on 12thStreet.”
“And then what? What are you—”
“Just keep fucking driving, Samara. You’ll find out when we get there.”
When I went to speak again, his hand reached down to clasp his gun. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to hide the aggravated growl vibrating through my chest.
We neared closer to the warehouse about five minutes later. Phantom instructed me to drive past it and keep straight.
“Is it okay if I ask where we’re going now?” I knew his reply would be sardonic, but I really needed him to reason with me. I had to know what kind of mess he was dragging me into.
“Take the next left. It’s the small building at the end of the street. Right Hand side.”
I swallowed as I made the turn and delicately scoped over what I could of my surroundings, finding no gangs posted along the oddly empty street. After taking a better look, I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes. The majority, if not all of the buildings that were once wealthy looking businesses had been either shut down or condemned. I found myself wondering what had happened to turn this side of the Valley into such a creepy ghost town. The spookiest question of all was why in the fuck did Phantom order me to bring us here in the first place?
Revelation washed over me as we pulled up to the remarkably upkept but now demolished structure, gasping as my eyes grazed over the sign hanging sideways by the door.
Demon’s Ink Tattoo Parlor.
The large window by the entrance had been shattered. The headlights barreled a perfect spotlight into the establishment, exposing a cluster-fuck of debris from where the place had been raided.
Phantom’s chest heaved the longer he glared at the scene. He got out of the car, and then slammed the door shut, the impact so brutally fast it made meandthe SUV tremble.
“Phantom,” I called out to him when I shut off the car and got out, the crunching of broken glass underneath my shoes making me stumble a little. “I don’t think this is a good—”
My words faltered as he ignored me and approached the door, tearing the wood clean off its hinges with one hand. He tossed it to the side and flicked on the lights when he stepped inside.
I took a deep breath and followed behind him with my gun drawn and ready.
I didn’t intend to use it—and I really hoped I didn’t have to—but this version of Phantom was so terrifying and unpredictable I’d be a fool not to be extra vigilant. As I stepped inside and strayed closer to the nearest corner of the room, watching Phantom as he broke and fell to his knees, remorse had me lowering my weapon. Slowly, I approached him.
Then I dashed three fast steps back with my gun raised high as he shot back up and began pacing the room, muttering to himself.
