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13. Chapter XIII

Chapter XIII

Jaxon

F uck it. If she wasn’t going to fucking tell me where she was then I’d find her myself and this time I didn’t need a Witch to do it.

Pulling Adrian back up in my contacts, I hit “call” and paced the lobby.

Come on, come on. Pick up dammit.

“Hell’s Mortuary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em,” Adrian answered with a laugh.

Fucking Hell, this asshole thought he was funny. I couldn’t fathom how we could possibly be related.

“Gula, can you still track a cell phone?” I asked.

“Hmm… I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number,” he said idly.

“I’m fucking serious asshole, can you do it or not?” I grit out.

“Sure can, Princess, for a price. Also, you know I fucking hate that name, why couldn’t the Greeks come up with a better fucking name for Gluttony? Who are we looking for this time, Lux?”

He bitched and moaned about the human’s Latin name for him all the time, but his dislike for it just made it more entertaining. Needless to say, it stuck. What he didn’t realize was that it was our oldest brother Nash, otherwise known as Greed, who had started that centuries ago after Adrian had pissed him off.

“You know I’m fucking good for it. Her name is Emily Cross. She’s a grey Witch. Owns the Ink & Dagger Tattoo Studio in Diremoor. Think you can find her?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Ah, your girl. Thought father dearest told you to stay away from her?” He chuckled.

I didn’t know what he was going on about. The fucker went against father’s wishes every chance he got and lived to push his buttons. This was the first time in centuries that I’d disobeyed a direct order.

“Can you locate her or not?” I grit out.

“Your skepticism wounds me, brother. When are you going to bring her for dinner so I can meet my future sister-in-law, huh?” He asked.

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I ground my molars together and counted to five so as not to lose my temper.

“I don’t know where the fuck she is, asswipe. I haven’t heard from her in two weeks,” I growled.

“Oh, did you not please her? You could always send her my way you know? I’d give her a little tail action she’d never forget.”

“Fucking Hell, Adrian. Can you find her or not?” I shouted, thoroughly done with his bullshit. He knew of my obsession with her. If he thought for one fucking second that I’d ever let him touch her, I’d tear his cock off and shove it down his damn throat.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist. Text me what you’ve got on her and I’ll get you the info.”

As if he didn’t already know everything about her. Before he could say another thing to piss me off further, I hung up the phone, texted him her information, and stalked back toward her tattoo room.

Where the fuck are you, Sweet Witch? I thought as I closed my eyes and put both hands over my face, dragging them down in exasperation.

Opening my eyes, I noticed a small red light on the ceiling in the corner of the room and realized it was coming from a camera.

Bingo .

I instantly turned back towards her computer, rolled the stool over to the desk and sat down.

Fuck. Password.

I pulled my phone back out and opened the text thread between Adrian and I.

Can you get me into her computer?

His reply came back seconds later.

You’re in, but your price just doubled.

Fucking worth it.

The picture displayed on the screen was a younger version of my Sweet Witch, her Familiar wrapped around her shoulders, as she sat beside a young red headed Witch holding a red fox. The way she smiled brightly for the camera was in stark contrast to the mood I was currently in as I tried desperately to find out what had happened here.

Clicking open the security footage, I found three different camera feeds. One for the parking lot, another for the front lobby that appeared to only aim at the front door and desk, and the one in the corner of her room that I could currently see myself sitting in.

Typing in the date, I rewound the footage and what I found had me roaring in anger as I stood up and kicked the stool across the room.

Some mother fucker had come in less than thirty minutes after I’d left and laid his godsdamned hands on my girl. My heart leapt into my throat, but I watched proudly as Emily pulled a blade from her back pocket and slashed the fuckers face.

I’d be buying her five new knives to keep on her body at all times.

He swung at her and I gripped the edge of the desk, the wood groaning beneath my hands. Changing the video feed, I watched him drag her from the lobby and into this room. My chest heaved in fury as he threw her to the ground.

Fuck. The one fucking time I didn’t stay with her.

Ghost came into view on the corner of the feed. He slithered along the tile floor, braced himself for attack and sank his fangs into the meaty calf of the male, just before he was kicked across the room in a motionless heap.

Note to self: if he survived that blow, I’d be making sure to keep him stocked on an all he can eat fucking buffet of rats.

I paused the footage and rewound it curiously to watch again as Emily’s irises glimmered a bright gold and her hands glowed before blasting the male across the room.

I couldn’t watch anymore. My heart couldn’t bear to see her broken body as she crawled across the tile floor. I clicked out of that camera and into the one of the parking lot. Rewinding the feed, I zoomed in on both his face and his license plate as he arrived and took pictures with my phone.

Clicking out of all the tabs, I shut down her computer and shot off a quick text to Adrian with shaking hands as I fought to control my rage.

Change of plans. I’ll see you soon.

I didn’t need to find her. From what I’d seen of the camera footage, she was lying in a hospital bed somewhere in the city after almost dying at the hands of this man and now I was going to repay the fucking favor.

I righted her stool, wheeling it back over to her desk and pulled out a blank piece of scratch paper. As I searched for something to write with, I paused at the sight of her stylus pen.

Picking it up, I clenched it in my fist, recalling the way her long dark hair had cascaded down her back as it fell down her back like a midnight blue waterfall.

Like the video footage, I wanted to rewind time and go back to that night. I never should have left. As I set it back down, I shifted the papers on her desk and found an ink pen to write a quick note.

Fuck taking it slow. Emily Cross was mine and I was about to show the world just what happened when someone touched what belonged to me.

Folding the note in half, I laid it on top of her keyboard, and shut the lights off to her room before strolling down the hall toward the kitchen. I searched the cabinets and pulled out a large black trash bag beneath the sink before collecting the spoiled food.

I didn’t want her to have to do a damn thing when she got home other than rest and recover from what she’d been through. Regardless of what she wanted, I would be there to wait on her hand and foot. Even if that meant I had to watch from the shadows.

I made another mental note to have Adrian upgrade the security in and around her shop the first chance he could as I blinked outside and tossed the garbage in the trash bin.

I wasn’t the hero in anyone’s fucking story, but never again would Emily be alone or left vulnerable.

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