Chapter 7 - Suspicious Intent

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The once strong grey walls now pale, frightened by the mixed anger spurting out of Ryder's mouth. The carpet steamed hot with desperation for the suffering they were enduring to end. It was nothing compared to the somewhat endless torture that the table was going through as he gripped tight enough to break the whole thing into splinters.

Trying not to catch his tongue as he raged at his fellow leaders was tough. He could only suspect that one of them had double crossed him but stealing away the person he was to hold captive was the real tragedy here. If this ends anything close to the way that Shakespeare's plays ended there's going to be too many deaths and not anything good is going to come out of this. All hell was going to be brought down on them until one of them cracks. The ending for them I can assure isn't going to be anything close to pretty but that is the punishment for a traitor. They were warned.

My true concern is what they wanted her for? She's a woman who's parents owed me money for the weapons they purchased. I can't imagine for one second that this girl had any clue what her parents were truly up to, otherwise she wouldn't be so frightened when she saw me. She's young and drop dead gorgeous, I don't see how they didn't use her as a seductress, she sure has everyone wrapped around her finger here already. Me included.

They couldn't have wanted her for money as she inherited none of what her parents died owning. That all went to the Morris family. Even then, there was nothing in the will stating the next of kin must sign for the release of their estates and possessions, was there?

There couldn't have been surely as she was hidden for the first seventeen years of her life so how was she even under record for something like that. They killed the rest of the Hathaway family to get their empire as it was. None of this is adding up...

"Stop right there mister," a sigh escaped Veronica's mouth as she hushed her son. Veronica always had a calming tone to follow her caring personality. Even at fifty two she still had as much control over her kids as when she was 28. Standing at five foot seven, she wasted no time telling the four of them off when they misbehaved.

"You are not going to scream your head off to me mister, just because you secretly love her doesn't mean you can lose your shit every time something happens to her!"

Ryder slumped back into his chair as his mother confronted him for his childish behaviour but just because she happens to be right doesn't mean that she needs to say it out loud.

"That's better, now tell us what is going on and what needs to be done so we can get on with our jobs,"

"Mother, the only job you have is going to see Penny down at the spa,"Matthew mutters as he receives a slap round the back of the head.

"Don't talk to her like that dumb ass!" Cecily protests with a slight tone of sass.

"Now, now you have no need for the violence here, I've got enough to deal with, with that one." She grumbles as she points towards Ryder who sourly looks back at her only to drop it when she glares at him. Cecily took no notice of this as she flicked her hair in Matthews face and giggled to herself. Matthew was about to scream when Veronica shot him a death glare, making him close his mouth quicker than you could count to three.

"Alright that's enough you lot, we haven't got time for this family crap." Tom stated as Lilly grabbed his hand to make sure he said nothing else on the subject.

"He's right, you want to find her and time is ticking," Rosalie stated.

"Rosalie is right, what do we have so far?" Jake enquired as he prepared his notepad to refer to later on.

"As of yet?" Danny sighed, "nothing."

"So you want us to magically find this weird girl on the basis that you believe she was kidnapped, no clue who did it and you have no leads or even a start point?" Matthew complained as he rolled his eyes messaging on his phone. Cecily peered at his phone from her peripheral vision noticing who he was messaging.

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