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Chapter 9

Amira
I’m back at my apartment and I am going through waves of emotions right now…I keep thinking about how the sex last night was so fucking amazing and that I have never been fucked to literal sleep before but then I think that because of how good it was I want to kill him even more. The note I left on my phone last night to Alexis was to take my phone back to my apartment and just put it in my drop box which I grabbed on my way up.
“Dammit!”
I throw my phone and it shatters against the wall but I don’t care…I need to finish this before my body aches for him to fuck me again. I take a deep breath and grab the files out of my safe and bring them back to my dining room table and sit down to try and look over any details that I need to remember. His right-hand man Xander Blaine will probably be the next threat next to Carter, he’s stuck close to him since they were kids so he might have a more driven need to protect Carter so I may end up having to get rid of him as well.
Death has never bothered me, hell my dad made sure that I had the stomach for death by the time I was seven, against my mother’s will he took me hunting and intentionally only wounded that deer and then made me slice it’s throat. My dad is a hard asshole, there’s no doubt about that, but I also know that he loves me and he just wanted to prepare me for the real world, not the world that the average Joe off the street sees on the TV. I haven’t seen him in eleven years, the only time I ever have any connection with him is when I get the occasional scolding over the phone when he gets wind of whatever shit I’m up to but thankfully he hasn’t caught on to what I’ve been plotting for years because I’m sure he would have been more adamant about making me come back to the estate house to keep me under lock and key.
I hear my phone ring across the room but it’s shattered so I don’t even bother going to try and answer it, after it turns off a few seconds pass then I hear my landline ring, an annoying thing my dad insisted I have, so I get up in a bit of a huff and flip it over and the estate number shows up so I take a small breath.
“Hello Dad.”
I hear him clear his throat, “Why didn’t you answer your cell?”
I roll my eyes and go back to the table, “I dropped it and the screen is busted so I couldn’t answer your call.”
“You’re at home though right?”
I sigh slightly, “You could just look at the tracker you put in my phone and see that I am.”
He scoffs slightly, “I know for a damn fact that you ditch your phone when you don’t want to be found so the tracker may be at your apartment but you may not be.”
Well he sounds like he’s in a bitter mood, “Wow…what crawled up your ass? But to answer your question, yes I am at sitting at my dining table.”
I hear a large sigh from him, “Nothing that you need to concern yourself with, and thank you for answering my question.”
I raise my eyebrow and stop what I’m doing, “Dad…you sound stressed about something, you know that I can help if you are in trouble.”
He chuckles slightly, “Fine, it’s not me that’s in trouble, but there are a few people that have gone missing in our circle and I am trying to formulate a plan to get them back.”
Dammit…that doesn’t sound good, “Do you know where they are?”
“No. Only that their phone trackers had them going outside city limits but when we went go look for them their phones were ditched and we don’t know where they went from there.”
How come I have a sneaking suspicion I know exactly where they are, “Whose missing?”
“Ethan and Brodyn.”
Dammit Ethan…of all the people to get caught why you? Of all the people that I was close with growing up it was Ethan, he knew all the anger and stress that I battled every day after my mom was taken from us, he tried to stay close to watch over me but far enough away to give me the air to breathe that I so desperately craved-
“Before you think about trying to find Ethan, stop. I am doing everything I can to bring him and Brodyn back safely and I don’t want you interfering for the sake of trying to save a friend. Do you understand me Amira?”
I roll my eyes slightly, “Yes…I understand.”
“I mean it. If I find out that you are trying to involve yourself in the smallest way I will have your ass dragged back to this house and you will not be allowed to leave. You were given freedom with conditions and you need to uphold your end of that deal.”
There’s the businessman that I hate so much…so I try to even my tone as much as possible, “Yes dad, I understand that involving myself in any sort of way would be utterly stupid.”
He sighs, “The kiss ass comment wasn’t necessary but I appreciate it, thank you.”
I was about to say something then I hear the line go dead, so he must really be in a bad mood, fuck…now on top of planning Carter’s death and killing whoever gets in my way I need to find Ethan. He has to be there, if the tracker had him going out of town then it only makes sense, there are no other people that we have against us that would potentially lead out of town. Unless someone was trying to dispose of a body out of town, that is the only other plausible option that I am sure my dad has already thought of, but I shake my head, the thought of Ethan being dead stings and gives me motivation to find him and put this to an end.
I have my in, I know where he lives and since I saw paved roads going in different directions at his estate he has to be keeping Ethan close by, unless he has a separate building off the property that he does all his dirty business, which wouldn’t surprise me so I may need to do some snooping in his home office to see if he has any location information for it. Not that I don’t trust my dad to find him but he may force Carter into acting before I have a chance to use my unknown identity to my advantage and take him down myself, I will not let my dad have the final blow.
I’ve spent the last three days planning, I was able to get some satellite images from the last few weeks at Carter’s house with the help of an IT guy I dated in college, I had to promise a date but it’s worth it to get what I need. His comings and goings are mostly consistent but I didn’t see any pictures around the time that Ethan and Brodyn were taken, so that leads me to believe that they did it under the cover of night which is most likely or they aren’t at the estate at all. I was able to hack into his security system at his company long enough to get a tracker in his car yesterday, the only thing that I see going wrong with that is if he takes a different car then I won’t know when he’ll be on his way back home so I’ll have to wait until I see the tracker move at night and then make my move.
He has a private security system in his house, I was able to deduce that much when I saw the camera system that he uses and the sensors on the windows. It will take me hot minute but I am fairly certain that I will be able to get inside with no problems it’ll just be a matter of making sure I don’t leave a trail to trace back to me and being able to find a quick way out of the house if shit starts to go downhill. I don’t know how I’m going to get Ethan out if I do indeed find him, my guess is they have probably beaten the shit out of him and he may not be able to move that well, I know him well, he’ll accept death before spilling anything he knows so that is a prime target for a good informant in regards to what Carter would be looking for.
I’ve been doing a good job staying away from the people that my dad has in his corner that watches cyber stuff so that they don’t leak anything back to him about what I have been looking for and things I have been hacking into. A digital fingerprint is a lot harder to keep track of if it’s erased the right way and I’ve gotten pretty damn good about it, I never told my dad about the private IT class I took at school and that I reached out to an FBI agent about learning the ins and outs of the cyber world. That was a hefty price to pay, I had to give them a lot of my identity in order for them to have a record of me in case I used it against them, but thankfully they only have the information that is general public knowledge because my true identity was wiped from every digital access and only paper copies of who I am exist and my dad keeps that under lock and key.
The days seem to be dragging on and I’m not getting a good night’s rest which is pissing me off because I am going to need a rested body and clear mind in order to not let him get the upper hand on me. I know I have basically the fight of my life with him and it will be the most physically challenging task to overcome and I cannot allow myself to slip up once. The level of training he has received is not on record but I know that he has undergone extensive physical training not to mention that how well he has kept his body in shape means he doesn’t allow himself to slack on anything.
I’m laying down in bed and with the thought of his perfect physique my eyes close and my hand starts to wander down my body and I take a small shaky breath, replaying that night, his hands seemed to know me better than my own. My hand slips underneath the waistband of my sweats and lace panties and just as my fingers touch my very wet core I pull away and ball my hand up and yank my hand out of my pants.
“Fuck.”
I’m craving release again and I don’t want it by my own hand…dammit this fucking sucks, why couldn’t I find some rando that fucked me as good as him, why does he have to be so good that I’m thinking about him like this. Use it as fuel Amira, so what if I never find someone to fuck me like him again, I probably won’t live long enough to care about that anyway so it won’t matter.
It's been two days and I’m lying in bed again staring at the tracker on his car praying that it fucking moves because I don’t know how much longer I can sit in my apartment anxiously waiting for it to move. I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling and get lost in my thoughts, which knife do I want to use? I thought about using a gun to make it quick but him and his family don’t deserve for his death to be quick, as painfully slow is what I want to do, I close my eyes and envision how sweet it will be to watch the light drain from his eyes and for his family to know what it feels like for something precious to be ripped away from them, his blood on my hands starts making my adrenaline run and walking up to my dad to show him the picture of the leader of the Slade’s dead by my hands.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts with the beeping sound of the tracker so I bring my eyes to it and sit up holding it, yes, finally it’s moving. I jump out of my bed and quickly get dressed in the all black outfit I wore the night I broke into that fat man’s house; I strap a few knife holders to my inner thighs and one behind my back and put my selected weapons of choice safely inside them. I grab my motorcycle helmet after I get my shoes on, I have my night vision goggles in my small backpack along with a few tools to help me get into his house securely and quietly, I feel all the anxiousness starting to build up slightly but I am mostly just ecstatic that this day has finally come. I’m standing in the elevator as it goes down to the garage trying to focus my thoughts, my plan of attack, all the backup plans I formulated, the layout of his house, his property and the weak spots on the outer wall of his estate.
As the elevator gets closer to the garage floor, I tuck my hair into the tight hood of my outfit and pull it up over my head and put my helmet on, I don’t want Brad to immediately pick up on the security cameras that it’s me leaving the building in a vehicle that I never told them I bought for this night specifically. As the door opens I put the backpack strap over my shoulder and walk out and around the corner to the back part of the garage and unlock the caged door that has my Ducati in it, I pull off the cover and inspect it just in case they caught on without me knowing. When I don’t see anything out of the norm I straddle the bike and turn it on, making sure that all the gages and symbols are working correctly, I take a small breath and start to drive out of the garage.