Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Alastair Diaz-

One fucking week and I wasn't getting any closer to finding her. It seemed as if she was slipping away from me as each day goes by.

I was loosing her.

I keep thinking about the "what ifs" such as, what if I didn't go to work that day? Or what if I had her come with me.

I can't track her phone, not without it being turned on, and no one can do that besides her, or whoever she's with. I toss the joint in the trash lighting another one.

The door slams opened, I grab my gun pointing at whoever it was, it was Carter. "Knock next time." I grit

"When were you going to tell me Aliyah was missing?" He asked, I rolled my eyes, Carter wasn't necessarily bad to Aliyah, it just pissed me off that he never tried to get her out of that house.

"Well?"

"Well what? You come in here asking me this shit, when you didn't try and get her out of that house, don't fucking test me, Carter." I grit, he stares at me "she's my sister, you don't test me."

I stare at him, I sigh putting the joint down "sit the fuck down." I demand, he does so "if you come in my house again, and treat me that way, I will have no problem wiping every trace of you from this earth, yes?" I say, he stares at me "did you understand what I just said, because I know for a fact I wasn't speaking in Italian." I grit

Carter nods his head slowly, I nod my head, now that he's calm, I'm willing to explain. "Every location I've been told was fake, she wasn't there." I say, grabbing the joint and smoking it.

"So where's the real one?" He asks, I roll my eyes "unlike you, I'm looking for it, and I'll find it." I say, if I wanted something done, I got it done. I don't stop until it's done.

And even then I don't stop, I wanted him dead, I wanted him to suffer and beg me to take his pathetic life, but every time he begs, I'll ignore it. And I'll continue to torture him until he's on the edge of dying himself.

"Well- who has her?"

"Elliot."

I knew it was Elliot from the moment I saw that note, he wasn't going to get away with this shit, that's for fucking sure.

Carter looks at me "what does Elliot want from her?" He asked, there were so many possibilities, but I knew the main two.

He was pathetic and wanted revenge. That's all Elliot was about, getting revenge on someone, even if he's the one in the wrong.

"Revenge." I say, he wanted to make Aliyah pay for leaving him, and wanted to make me pay for 'killing' his girlfriend, but in reality, Marcus did such.

Marcus hated the fact Elliot and I were friends, believing having a friend gave you a weakness, Elliot knew, he was close to my family and I to the point he knew about the mafia, so much that he helped out once in awhile when needed by Marcus.

Marcus hated it. He hated it so much that he killed his girlfriend blaming it on me.

"He broke up with her, not the other way around?" Carter tells me, I nod my head, "he still wants her back, but he's not getting her back." I grit "when are you going to look for her?" Carter asked

"Tonight, I'm not resting till I do." I haven't slept since that last night with her, it's been exactly a week since I slept, and two days since I ate. I've been too busy looking for her that I've ignored those things.

Carter nods "you can't let our father know, if he knows- I can't imagine the things he'd say or do to her." My jaw tightened at the mention of him "I fucking dare him to step foot on my yard, his blood would match the color of the roses out there." I grit.