Chapter 121
Third Person
It feels like an eternity before Reece finally snaps. Dylan and Caleb both silent as they stood waiting for him. A silence that soon breaks when Reece moves to yell out in rage.
“THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!”
Reece’s mood no longer one of pure annoyance and anger. No. His mood had gone straight to murder. A fire that once shimmered just beneath the surface of his skin now an inferno. Caleb concerned for Reece as does Dylan.
“Is everything okay?” asks Caleb who was the closest to him.
“Do I look okay to you? No!”
Quick to raise his hand up in defense does Dylan try to approach him next. “Whoa, easy bro. No need to murder us.” Reece soon shifting his focus from Caleb to him. Dylan quick to snap his mouth shut as he does.
“NO. I won’t calm the fuck down. Look! Look at these and you tell me you don’t want to murder someone too” barks Reece as he moves to throw down the contents within the envelope.
The items soon sliding along Dylan’s desk as both he and Caleb move to see what it was that had Reece so murderous all of a sudden. Their expression now one of the same. Rage. Pure unadulterated rage.
“Those cock suckers”
“Forget cock suckers, try bottom feeders who need to die.”
Each of them now royally pissed for there, sprawled out along Dylan’s desk were photos of Ella and none of them pleasant. As some if not many of them were of her tied to a bed. While others were of her being forced into doing something she hated.
Her face coated in tears even as one image managed to show Ella sandwiched between both Nicholas and James. Nicholas managing to have his hand wrapped around her throat. While James touched her baby bump. Both holding sinister looks to them as they continued to torcher their woman. Reece on the verge of snapping and wanting nothing more than to find Ella.
Except for whatever unknown reason they couldn’t seem to find her. Nor could they find Nicholas or James. It was as if they magically vanished. One of the many reasons Dylan had been working tirelessly from his computer since her disappearance.
Dylan hoping and praying to find clues as to where Nicholas could have been be but kept coming up empty handed. Almost like he had vanished from the media including that of James.
Reece soon clenching his hands into tight fists until suddenly he can’t control his murderous rage and moves to leave the room. The need to flee rising before he did something he would eventually regret.
Caleb and Dylan both silent as they watch helplessly as Reece moves to leave the room. Caleb quick to look at Dylan and then to where Reece last stood. Neither one sure what they should do next.
Alanna quick to voice her own concern.
“Let him be. He needs to calm down before you move to approach him again. Approach too soon and he might lash out and that’ll only lead to more regret down the line.”
“But… he’s our brother. He needs us” chimes Caleb. His focus still on Alanna.
“Brother yes. But you each tend to forget that your also Irish Enforcers for the Irish Mafia. Your Uncles Mafia. Or have you’ve forgotten that your father once worked for your uncle before going solo?”
“No, but…”
“But nothing. Stop acting like spoiled children and start acting like fucking Mafia men who have connections to the Irish Mob.”
Upon hearing those words do Caleb and Dylan both pause. Alanna’s words truer than they cared to admit. Each of them wanting to put their father’s life behind them as much as possible. A life that would never remain buried no matter how hard they tried. Especially not when Ella and their babies were in trouble.
A life they would soon embrace as strong, Irish men. Strong Irish Enforcers. Men who were taught to take care of there woman no matter what and right now they weren’t doing a very good job of protecting what’s theirs.
Stellina, thinks Caleb. His mind now wondering to that of Ella. His need to protect her rising. His need to make sure their children were born healthy his main concern.
Dylan thinking along the same lines as him. Neither of them wanting them gone anymore than they had to be. Grant and Hayden both still standing within the room as they continued to watch their charges.
Alanna silent as well. Alanna patient in waiting for their decision. A decision that could tip the favor over to them if done correctly.
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Reece
When leaving Dylan’s room and back towards mine do I finally begin to calm down. Or at least calm enough that I’m not ready to explode. My feet having taken me back towards my room where once there do I move to close my door.
My room now dark and cold. A mood I’ve been secretly liking since Ella was taken. Unable to accept the fact that we failed her. My hand silently reaching for that of my phone. My fingers quick in pulling up a file. A file I hadn’t yet told either Dylan or Caleb about.
Deciding against it as I move to press play. A video now playing along my screen. A video that seemed to have been sent specifically too me as if to taunt me. A video I’m forced to watch over and over. A video sent to me by that of an unknown number.
The video one of Ella who practically screams as it moves to show James as he moves to torture our sweet little star. Rage now fueling my body as I move to throw my phone. My phone quick in hitting the bed. A piece of me knowing that if I ever saw James or Nicholas again that there would be hell to pay on their behalf.
A hell I looked eager to seeing.
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