Be Mine, Always

chapter twenty six

       Xander's POV~ Present Day

        It was possibly the single most scariest moment of my life. You would think it would have been prison, but knowing Melody is in the grasp of my father and his gang has my heart racing and body trembling with anger. 

        Although, the FBI agents have tracked her the entire time, it has been little help especially hearing the foul things they have been saying to and about Melody. When she was unconscious is was the worst. The wire strapped to her leg hadn't even been touched. My father thought he was invincible after all these years unchecked, but soon he will learn otherwise. 

      "Little Melody, did you know it was only by Evans begging that I didn't take you sooner?" My fathers voice rings clear through the headset. We sit in a van down the road from the warehouse that they are currently using as their hideout. "It was a wise choice, Xander never would've considered coming back to me if I'd touched one hair on your pretty little head, but oh how it was tempting." Anger boiled in my veins and I glanced over at the Mr. Agent Michalson who was watching the security footage on the pendant of Melody's necklace closely. 

        The image is horrific. She is surrounded by gruff men all leering at her, drugged women lay passed out on ragged furniture strewn about the room. And my father was right over her, his power hungry eyes roaming over her. "I think my son would see the benefit of having you as a club girl, not only would he have the satisfaction of sharing with his fellow brothers, but he'd get to sample the other goods." He gestures to the women behind him and my lip curls in disgust. "But you have him so pussy whipped he can't see past his own cock." 

        I growl and toss the headset onto the makeshift desk. "How much longer do we have tow wait? I cannot listen to this anymore." 

        Both agents look up at me before sharing a look. Mrs. Agent Michalson gestures to the door. "You can go ahead, but tread carefully, you're still healing and we must not let them know anything. Just get him to admit something, anything will be good enough to lock him up while we get the rest, one thing then we will come to get you both." 

        With a deep breath, I nod and leave the van, making my way to the retched warehouse. How incredibly cliche. The wound in my abdomen pulls with every shift of my body and I work to hide the wince. Before yesterday, I have never been seriously injured. Not a broken bone or sprain, just minor cuts and bruises. But I can't forget the terror I felt when I saw Evan's car pass by Melody's work with one of my dad's closest friends in the backseat with a gun, aimed right at my Melody, my reason. It came as no shock that I didn't immediately feel the bullet, I just needed to know that she was safe and she hadn't been hit. 

        At the doors I school my face into an impassive mask, but I let a hint of the rage I feel  show through, ever the showman. 

        "Where is Melody?" I growl as I step through the doors. 

        Eyes track my every move as I walk through the room of at least sixty guys. I don't know how my father got so many people to follow him. My father turned in the center of the room, revealing my sweet Melody, tied to a rickety chair, shivering in her work out clothes. Her hair was in disarray and her eyes were dull until they landed on me. 

        Ah there's my Melody. Despite the restoration of our relationship, I hadn't seen that look in her eye for six years, unconditional love and trust. There it is shining in her beautiful green eyes. 

        "Son, I am so glad you were able to join us." My father sweeps his arms around the room as if he were showing off a grand kingdom. "I apologize for the gunshot wound, I've taken care of the idiot who couldn't hit his correct target." He glared over his shoulder to Melody.