It feels like winter has set over my body as I hear the words coming from Harrison on the other end of the line. A coldness has not only but numbed my desire to move but also grown over my heart, icing every single emotion that I should be feeling at this very moment. It is not that I do not care for what has happened, but the mere fact is that my entire world has been taken away.
How the fuck did this happen?
Never once did I expect that my biggest rival would be part of the very people that we were trying to kill me. I will give this to him; he has god some balls. But I still have no idea, and Harrison is not very forthcoming, but I have no clue as to why the man has gone this far in taking my wife and even further that he has been trying to kill me without much luck.
I can only think how such a failure much hurt that ego of his. It is a wonder that he has not come and do the job himself yet, or has he and I have just not noticed it?
Now, what is our ne
We have just made entry into the home, but after searching every single room, there is no sight of Isabella. In fact, there is no sight from any living soul. This does not sit right by me; why would he leave his home completely unattended. Well, the man is a fucking idiot; I would not really put it past him. But this is the same fucking idiot that has Isabella, and we have now established that she is not here.Ya, count your words before you speak.Next, there is a scuffle that comes from behind, and a terrifying voice mumbles something that sounds like, "Drop your fucking guns."Well, that ain't happening today.In an inch of a second, I spin on my heels and face the fuck that has now got his gun in my face. Does he now truly think that he is intimidating me? I guess we are about to have a little show-off,But wait…"What the fuck?" My jaw drops to the floor as I stare at the man that I am laying my eyes upon. "Matthews, what the fuc
I am not one for torture; that is Harrison's game. If there is one thing that he is feared for, then that is it; he will, without hesitation, cut all your fingers off. The man has no shame when it comes to removing your body parts. Now, believe me, this man is on a greater mission, which body parts he will take, well that remains to be seen.All I want is to get Isabella home.But one thing I can tell for certain is when I find this fucking asshole, I am removing every single damn thing he uses to give a woman pleasure. The man is scum, and he has only but once proven that again.So as I watch Harrison walk with that godawful plyer, I cannot help but cringe and snap my eyes closed for but one second.Then…Ya…he calls for Clark, now Clark is terrified like shit as he moves closer. Yet, as he knows is best for him, he does exactly as Harrison tells him. With somewhat of a trembling hand, he grabs hold of Matthews's right hand and pins
I have come to the final conclusion that Harrison is messed up.I have grown beyond scared of him in the past hour. Yet his attempts to get information out of Matthews has been futile. The irritation and anger is only but growing with every minute that Matthews is lying to him about where they are keeping Isabella. Although I am very convinced that he is telling the truth, Harrison is not about to give up on his torture just yet.So I am standing here, listening to Galland as he phones a friend that can help him track this asshole's phone. Now I do not have patience, and it is wearing very thin as I wait for him to drop the call.Once he is done, I look at him while he is only standing motionless, "Anything?"He looks at me and shakes his head, "Sorry, Clayton, but his phone is off; the card might even not be in it anymore."Okay, that is one setback; he better has a good answer for number two, "And the tracking device in his car?"I watch a
As we turn the corner to the front of the house, it seems to appear completely empty. My heart drops to my feet as I realize that we might have just decided to come to the wrong house. I so hoped that Isabella would be here; it is fucking heartbreaking.Yet, I am not ready to give up.Now I have learned that do not always believe what you see; for all, I know that asshole is inside there with Isabella.I firmly believe that there is still a possibility for Isabella to be in there, so we make our way hunched to the front door. Now you will either be getting a bullet in your head or, very much disappointingly, nothing.I am leaning towards…the bullet in my head.It is with…one…two…three…clear that we burst our way through the creaking doorway. We do not wish to come announced.With a quick scan of the open area, it is safe to say that we shall not get a bullet in our head…yet.As we filter down
We have just left the house in search of the other one. The weather has not been playing in our favor, and it seems that it is only going to get worse. Time is definitely not on our side anymore, as I have no idea what this fucking asshole's intention is with Isabella.My mind has raced to every possibility that I can come up with, and believe me, that the one is just as terrifying as the other. I am scaring myself shitless into oblivion with each ticking second. With each moment that passes, I feel that we are running out of time, but then I give myself the comfort that it is me that he is after and that he shall not harm Isabella.While these images are playing over in a loop in my head, the boys are regrouping themselves. With the calm of the moment, we let our guard down for a fraction of a minute too long. And this is one thing you do not fucking do as a Marine!We have moved about, I would say, not even half a mile into our direction, and there is the dist
What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the men that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.This is something that you do not foresee. You are trained to always be on alert.We have been forced to sit down on these cold steel chairs in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further than what it has become.And I think that I have yet asked too soon. Now, you are taught that you also do not say a single word when you find yourself captive. But, god, I am even afraid to say that there is a bit of crazy in all these boys.
In a way, my world has just come to light, and yet it has also ended.From behind this crazy maniac called MacKey, there is someone that is stepping from outside the woods. Now, you do not even have to light it up for me, that elegant body moving like a tiger through the brush, that is my wife.I cannot even begin to describe how relieved I am to see her. What else I am seeing is that she has a very rather intimidating gun in her hand, and rather surprising from behind her comes Lewis and Lopez. But how…?I don't care how…all I care is that she is okay.After we all get untied, Harrison and Clark make their way to the house to make sure that it is clear. I rise to my feet with the incredible pain shooting to the edges of the bullet, making it feel even deeper; I drop to the floor again. I see as Isabella wants to rush to my side to help me. But, I am not yet done…So as Lopez moves in on MacKey, I cannot help but smile, "And wh
…Isabella POV…Clayton has not once let go of my hand as we make the drive back home. I can see the clear relief on his face as he stares deep into my eyes, yet he has not said a word since we got in the car. He must still be in shock, or he is just too scared to speak, for he knows that he will burst out in tears, and that is one thing he will not do in front of Harrison.Galland and Clark have taken MacKay up to the barracks; as for Lopez and Lewis, well, they are the poor suckers that are left to get rid of the rest of the members of MacKay's gang. At least they were not a bunch of Marines; I can only imagine what Clayton would have felt if he had to shoot one of his own.But it still does not make things any better that MacKay had me kidnapped for reasons that he never did tell me, though the sole purpose of taking MacKay to the barracks is, well, like Harrison said, "We are only going to motivate him to speak, and after then we will hand him o