Stuck between two bad boys

I pushed the door and helped myself inside. My stomach still hurts from the object Xavier used to punch me. He used so much force and had me growling. I tried to push him off but he kept asking me to stay away from Emily.

I couldn’t help but wonder why Xavier was trying to kill me. Of course, his actions were aimed at killing me. No sane person would use such a sharp object on another person.

I removed my clothes and checked my stomach for any possible cuts or bruises. I touched the area and it felt swollen. “Fuck you, Xavier!”

One of the thoughts that filled my head was that he was responsible for her disappearance and he wanted to kill me so he could have Emily to himself. It didn’t sound right, but I knew Xavier was capable of such a crazy thing.

He probably held her hostage and pretended not to know where she was. I got angry thinking of the possible things he could be doing to her. Was he fucking her thighs and cumming on her legs?

I hated to imagine the inhumane things Emily told me about. If Xavier was involved in this, I was going to kill him.

But what if it’s a prank?

I swallowed hard as I pondered on the second thought. Was Emily playing a prank on us because she wanted us to get scared? She talked about running away a couple of times and if she wanted to go ahead with it, she would want to find out what her family would do and how they would react.

This was beyond crazy, how could she do something this stupid? She was hurting her poor mother and making her stepfather worried. I wasn’t left out, I could barely get any sleep since she was kidnapped.

I pushed the table away in anger and picked my T-shirt from the bed. I needed to find out the truth. I walked out of the house intending to meet Sky. I walked toward the alley where I had seen Xavier. I brought out my phone and dialed Sky’s number. The moment he picked I told him how urgently I needed a gun.

He was reluctant till I said I was going to pay for it and I’d return it immediately after I was done. I had no motives for killing but I needed the gun. He agreed to give me the gun and I ended the call.

I checked my wallet for Emily’s picture and stared at it for a while. I began asking people if they saw her or have any idea where she could be.

“Uh, excuse me please,” He called as he approached the first lady. She held her daughter’s hand as they crossed the road. When she heard Devin call her, she paused and held her daughter closer.

“Yeah?”

He walked closer to them and brought out a photograph of Emily. “Have you by chance seen this face around?”

The lady looked at the picture for a second and shook her head. Devin swallowed hard in disappointment and thanked her.

He walked toward a store and stopped the young man he saw. He repeated the process and the man denied knowing her.

“If I see her I’ll let you know,” the young man said. “Can I have your number or something?”

“Sure,” Devin said and typed his number into his phone.

“Thank you. Here,” he said tossing some money to him. “50$ Buddy, just get anything for yourself. Please keep me updated if you get any information.”

“Sure,” he said and walked away.

Devin gave a sign and turned to the other side of the street. His eyes met with a lady making a phone call.

She looked familiar but he couldn’t place the face. He stared at her a little longer before he recalled where he met her from.

She was dressed in a gown and sneakers. Her hair was packed in a high bun and her headphone was on her neck. She was the girl I knocked out some days back.

She was a beautiful ivory-skinned girl with a slim waist and long legs. Her eyes were hazel blue and her brows arched as she returned my stare.

“Hey.”

She paused and her lips parted. She was so beautiful, fucking hell. I couldn’t help but look at her, her eyes were so beautiful.

“Hi.”

“Uh, sorry I was just wondering if you’ve seen this person around.”

She took the picture from my hand and stared at Emily’s photograph. She looked lost and I just kept looking at her side.

“Have you?” I asked again and she flinched. She was lost in thoughts and I had no idea what was going through her mind.

“Nah, never seen her,” she replied and gave me back the picture. I studied her body language for a second and gave a nod. My phone jittered and an amber alert pinged on my screen.

Why was I getting the alert today when it’s been three days since Emily was kidnapped? I stared at my screen for a while till she coughed.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Uh.”

I shoved my hands into my pocket and brought out some money. “Here, just appreciating your time.”

She raised her brows and smiled. She took the 100$ from me and mumbled a thank you.

“Here’s my card, you can call me if you feel like you want to hang out later.”

She gave a slight nod and parted her lips again. She had no idea how effortlessly sexy it was.

She walked away and I asked a few more people. I gave them 50$ each because I believed money was going to be a good means to have people search for her. I promised to give them more if they got any information and shared my card with them.

I returned home exhausted from the whole search. I fell onto the bed and exhaled. It was a long day and I was hoping I could fall asleep easily. I checked my social media and my jaw dropped when I saw Emily made a post.

I read the post three times and it wasn’t adding. She said she ran away because she hated her life here and her supposed parents never had her time. She said the person she calls a brother bullies her and she wants to be away from them.

It didn’t feel like Emily, I could bet on my life that it didn’t Emily who typed it. I picked up my phone to call Xavier, we needed to talk about this.