Lethal

5.

I don't know where the fuck she is.

My little obsession hasn't been in her cafe in two weeks and it's stressing me out.

I miss her, her smell, her smile, her voice, her big brown eyes, that dark hair of hers that shined when sunlight cast itself on the big curls.

She's mesmerizing. I watch her when she works, sitting here until closing time.
Until she leaves along side me, I wait until her bus pulls up before I leave to go back to my place.

To say I'm obsessed with her is an understatement. I'm absolutely consumed by her. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep.

But I haven't seen her in two weeks, and I think I might just go crazy.
I need her presence to stay sane, even though she doesn't know her importance in my life yet.

One day she will, though. And I'll never let her go after that, I'll never let her out of my sight again. And that's a promise.

I sigh, rubbing my temples as I try to shake her from my thoughts, directing my attention back to my work.

I'm filing out some paperwork. Some random mother fucker looked at my girl in a wrong way. To pay for his stupidity I cut his eyes out, later burning him alive.

That's what you get for touching what's mine. My mafia does not know mercy.

Of course my little star does not know about my business. She believes I work as a business man, at the bank. I would put her in danger by even hinting about it.

Not that we're close enough for secret sharing like that. But we will be, one day. When I've made her fall in love with me.

Hours later, when I'm finally finished I go to her cafe again, praying to see her there. But yet again, no sight of her.

I miss the way she says my name when I walk in, how she'd smile at me like I'm the most important person in her life.

Her happiness is contagious, every time she comes over to me to take my order, I light up.

I slump down in my usual seat, agitated.
I just miss her.
But at the same time, I'm worried. She never missed a day, ever.

I get my usual from a woman I got to know as Edith, Blair's boss. She's a kind elderly lady with kind brown eyes and a gentle smile.

"Hi pet, here you have it. A chocolate milk with whipped cream and extra marshmallows." Adith says, smiling at me.

"Thank you, miss." I nod politely, taking the mug from her.

Just as she's about to walk away, I speak up. "Do you, by any chance, know when Blair will return?" I ask, frowning.

"Sorry pet, no idea." She answers sympathetically.

"You know her?" She asks, looking confused. I think about my answer. Do I know her? Not really, no. But do I want to know her? Yes, definitely.

"I come here every night after work, I was just wondering." I tell her, shrugging.
I'm not very good at talking, so I stay silent after that.

I stare out the window, the streetlights illuminating the drizzle falling from the sky. Bars and cafes are opening their doors, music and flashing lights coming from some of the night clubs.

I open my laptop to finish the last bit of work, filling in some files.

My organization, or mafia, as people like to call it, is tight in drug and weaponry trade. But also focuses on the good things, we dismantle human traffickers, destroy their cult rings, free the women and children kept their and we take cases of abuse and neglect in our areas.

Lately a lot of abuse cases have been send our way, and we're focusing on getting the kids and other victims out of their as soon as possible.

It physically pains me knowing there are sick fucks out there who get off on hurting their kids or wife.

I get off on hurting the people who deserve it, I have no mercy to those who kill their wives and beat their children.

My blood boils only thinking about it, my fists clenching.

I click through file after file, pictures and videos as proof these victims have been manhandled.

I just wish Blair would've been here, one look casted upon her would've calmed me down enough to continue working.

I want to go home to my dogs and not worry about the whereabouts of my girl.

I eventually decide I'll just finish my work later at home. And I drink my hot chocolate as I stare out the window, the drizzle turning into pouring rain slamming against the windows.

The wind is bending the trees and howling through the streets.

The noise is calming the storm raging inside of me, quieting the voices in my head.

After finishing my drink, I pay for it and walk out to my car.

I drive home in silence, entering my house as I arrive. By now it's nearly twelve am, my dogs, two big dobermans, already in their cages.

I walk up to my office, and get to work again.

I'm tired, but these need to be finished if I want to have my team save another family next week.

As I'm clicking through the files, reading them all throughly, I suddenly see a familiar face.

My heart stops, my breathing slows and my head starts spinning.

CASE #82
FAMILY NAME : Volkov
VICTIMS : Ivan Volkov, Alex Volkov, Blair Volkov, Damien Volkov and Dmitri Volkov.

Case of domestic violence, neglect, parent with alcohol and drug abuse.

Address: 4592 Woodstock Drive

I feel the air getting slammed out of my lungs.

Blair, my Blair, is getting abused.

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Hi, long time no see ey?
No fr sorry I disappeared all of a sudden, but I'm back and new chapters are coming on a more regular basis.
My life has been chaos, some personal stuff I can't tell, I got my heart broken and I've been just so tired.
But love y'all for being patient!!
Xoxo
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