Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Italicized = Italian

-Greyson's POV-

Five days.

She hasn't answered her phone in five days and today Nico and I were finally able to get what we needed and are going home. He hasn't been in contact with Emma either.

"Just tell us if you were after the girls," Nico spat. This guy hasn't given up anything so we had to resort to extreme methods.

As of now he's got a rope around his neck and I'm in control of the chair that's keeping him from death. My foot resting steadily on the chair, ready to kick it over any second.

"I swear, I don't know nothing about no girls!" The man screeches. I subtly move, acting like I'm about to kick his only lifeline right out from under him. "Wait! Wait!"

I paused, Nico and I passed glances before silently agreeing. I lifted my foot from the chair, taking a step back. 

"Think carefully before you speak," I warned, balling my fist and looking at the dried blood coating my bruised knuckles.

"I swear I don't know nothing about no girls," he stuttered out, "the guy who paid me said I just had to burn the house... I didn't know anyone was inside!"

"Who hired you?" Nico glared at the guy.

"I don't know man, some old godfather sounding dude!" Godfather? As in the fucking movie?

I sighed and took a step back towards the guy, placing my foot back into the chair.

"I swear! That's all I know!" He pleaded.

"Boss, are we gonna let him go?" Kai asked cautiously. I glanced at him then back at the man hanging next to me. I let out a sigh and shook my head.

"No, he knows too much," I replied, kicking the chair out from under him and walking towards the door. His strangled screams soon turned into gasps and gags, then silence as the door closed behind us.

With that out of the way, my mind went back to Vanessa. I'm just hoping to God that no one has her. With this line of work, losing contact with someone normally means they're dead or being held.

As soon as we got off my plane we headed to the house they were hosted in. I knocked on the door, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Yes?" Mrs. Gallo opened the door, "oh Mr. King, what brings you here?"

"Is Vanessa home?" I can't be bothered with formalities, I need to know where she is.

"The girls went back to America," she spoke hesitantly. She left? No.

Why wouldn't she have told me?

"When?" Nico's voice was quiet and angry.

"Tuesday, right after school," I could tell she was growing scared. I nodded curtly and turned back towards the car.

"We have to find them," Nico grumbled.

"We will brother," and we will. I'll burn down the world to find her. We went back to my penthouse to change and immediately headed back to the airport.

I can't believe she just up and left. I want to believe that she wouldn't do that at will, but what if she did? What if these past few months were a lie?

I can't lose her.

I stared blankly out the window of the plane for most of the flight. I'll find her, and I'll get answers when I do.