The Troublemaker

Chapter 12- Alexander

I threw my phone down in anger. I saw Connor walking out of his office with a serious look on his face, "We will stay here all night until we find Dylan Young," he ordered everyone and we all nodded. I was definitely not going home.

"I should've fucking brought him with me," I growled out mad at myself.

Christian looked at me and sighed, "It isn't your fault. You had no way of knowing they'd pull something like this. And specially didn't know that Tom would do something like this," he told me trying to reassure me. I knew he was freaking out too.

I looked at him and sighed, "Robert knows something. He has to," I told him. I knew it was a long shot but it was worth it. I had to get Dylan back.

He nodded, "Get a officer to bring him in."

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A hour later, Christian and I sat across from Robert. "What am I doing here??" He asks us.

I decided to get straight to the point, "Where's Dylan, Robert??"

I looked at us and smiled, "Ahhh..... Dylan..." He muttered.

I wanted to reach over and just strangle him, "Where is he??" Christian repeated but more harshly.

"He's a handsome young man, don't you think??" He asked us as I glared at him. He was avoiding the question, "Tried to kiss him, but he pushed me off and ran," he said like he was sad. I was clenching my fists trying to keep my cool.

"Stop avoiding the fucking question Mr. Walsh and tell us where Dylan is," I ordered him.

He smiled at me, "All I know is that he is at James Wilkerson's house."

I got up and walked out of the room. I heard Christian following close behind.

"Do we have anything against that bastard??" I asked Christian.

He thought for a second, "No. But we do have Dylan's location," he explained. I knew we couldn't arrest him for what he did without talking to Dylan first, and it made me more mad.

"You remember where this sick batard lives??" I asked him.

He smiled at me, "Have it memorized."

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We pulled up screeching to a stop and I looked at the house. It was in a quiet place. A place no one would hear anyone crying for help. I jumped out of the car. Christian followed after me.

We rushed to the steps and I pounded on the door, "Police!! Open up!!" I yell out.

No answer.

Of course.

I looked over at Christian and he nodded. I kicked the door down as I drew my weapon. Christian did the same.

I walked into the house and looked around, I saw the living room.

I froze when I heard muffled sounds coming from upstairs. I pointed upstairs and Christian nodded as we slowly walked up the stairs. We followed the noises to a room.

Christian slowly turned the knob and it opened. He let me walk in first. I quietly entered the room.

I froze when I saw Dylan tied to a bed as Tom was on top of him.... Riding him.... Tears streamed down Dylan's face and Tom just smiled as he brought himself harder against him. I snapped out of it when Dylan's pain filled eyes met mine.

He's fucking dead.

"I suggest you to remove yourself from him and get on the ground this instant," I growled out.