The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

“Arden–Arden…”

“I think someone’s following me.”

“Please, pick your call!”

Her voice echoed in my head, incessantly. It was pointless trying to shut it out because it only emerged stronger than before. It haunted me. It destroyed me. It shattered me. It consumed me.

The fear and distress that oozed off those words crushed my soul. It didn’t help the guilt that overwhelmed me. If I hadn’t been such an asshole. Such a stubborn prick, I would have been able to save her from him. From Micah.

That bastard.

He’s going to wish he had never laid his hands on her when I find him. The fucking coward couldn’t come directly for me. He just had to get to me through the woman I love.

The thought of what she must be going through in his hands aggravated my punches. It got more aggressive and I wouldn’t stop ramming it against the punching bag that was swinging backwards, due to the weight of my hard punches.

It never got the chance to stay back in balance before I sent it flying backwards with an aggressive punch.

My wrists were hurting. My knuckles throbbed so hard. My fingers had a sche shooting through them but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t afford to stop. If I stopped punching, I would go crazy.

I was drenched in sweat. Heck, it felt like I had just stepped out of the shower with my clothes on.

Duncan’s walking into the room didn’t avert my attention from the punching bag. My gaze even got deadlier. It was narrowed to the stress-

relieving objects in laser-like slits. I was practically shooting daggers at it, through my eyes.

“Coming in here,” I paused, delivering a punch to the bag. “Should it mean that you finally have a fucking lead or I can assure you that your face is about to become the next punching bag.” My voice was dangerously calm but he knew I wasn’t kidding with the threatening edge that was infused in it.

“Good evening boss,”

“Get to the fucking point!” I snapped.

“We still haven’t gotten a lead. We tracked her car and her phone but it was traced to the point of the kidnap. We can’t find her.” His tone was flat-out dead, eliciting a reaction from me.

With one last, solid punch at the bag, I moved backwards, breathing heavily. My punctured breath filled up the dim gym. I ripped my gloves off my hands, aggressively, tossing them somewhere in the room.

My head snapped to his frame and I arched a brow at him, taking slow, menacing steps towards him. “What do you mean you can’t find her?” I asked harshly, narrowing my eyes on him.

I could have sworn I saw him gulp swiftly.

“We-”

“Obviously your best isn’t enough!” I went ballistic at him.

“You are not trying enough. Try harder!”

“What do you mean you can’t find her? We have got the best men in tech, for goodness sake!” I growled, marching towards him in long strides. I grabbed him by his collar, glaring intently at him.

“We are working on it, boss.” He assured me and I hissed through clenched teeth, shoving him backwards.

I walked away from him, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. I was going out of my mind. I was losing it. My sanity was slipping away from me.

“Boss,” he called out to me.

“What?” I barked.

“You have a call,” he announced.

“I don’t care.”

“It’s from an unknown number.” Those five words had me whipping my head in his direction. I exhaled and waved him over. He dropped the phone onto my palm and I picked up the call.

“Who the hell is this?”

A deep throaty chuckle rang out through the speakers and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“Don’t break my heart and tell me you don’t remember your old friend.” The haughtiness in that voice… was so familiar. I had a faraway look on my face for a while until I finally connected all the dots.

“Micah,” I spat.

My jaw was locked tightly.

“Where is she?” I demanded coldly, tightening my grip on the phone.

“Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself.” His tone was dismissive.

“Where the hell is she?” I growled into the phone, losing my shit with him.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“How does it feel, huh?” He taunted me, unfazed by my treat. It took everything in me not to haul my phone to the wall.

“How does it feel to have what you want the most taken from you?” He sneered and I scoffed, clenching my fist.

“I’ll hang your bloody head on a bloody spike!”

“You want your girl?” He snickered.

“Why don’t you come to get her? I’ll text you the address. Let’s end this once and for all.” His voice was heavy with pride, eliciting a sadistic smirk from me.

“I dare you, you son of a bitch.” I said coldly and the bastard hung up on me before I could say anything else.

“Fuck!” I cursed, fisting my hair.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I turned to Duncan, who stared back at me with a hint of emotion on his face.

“Get the boys,” I told him. With how dead my voice sounded. He didn’t have to be told twice. He gave me a curt how and sauntered out of the room.

“I am coming to get you, Peach.”