21 questions

18 : What do you want ?

"Dorian ?"

A feminine voice wakes me up. I open my eyes slowly and rub them to clear my vision. Sharon's hand is stroking my chest. She looks concerned.

"How do you feel ?"

"I don't know, I..."

"It's fine. Take this."

She gives me a glass of water, which I empty in seconds.

"You slept 18 hours. Someone attacked you yesterday. They kidnapped London."

"What ?"

"I'm sorry."

"No..." I shake my head, "She was in my arms and... I killed them. I killed them all."

"You shot one of them. The other survived. When we arrive at the location of the accident, you were alone. Your car was still burning. How's your head ?"

"It hurts. Where is she ?"

"We're still trying to locate her. You should have more rest."

"Nah we have to go get her now."

"You are not listening to me, Dorian." Sharon slides her hand on my cheek. "We haven't found her yet. You should use this time to sleep a bit more."

"Have you checked her phone ? I had it tracked."

"We're doing all that."

I let myself fall on the bed. How did I let that happen ? How the fuck did I let that happen ?

"It is not your fault, if that's what you're thinking... We could never imagine they would go that far."

"I'm gonna make them suffer so bad."

I've tried to play it cool not to lead all this to a blood bath and look where it takes me. I was a fool for thinking I could be dealing with this situation without a bloodshed.

Sharon's sobbing snaps me out of my thoughts. She quickly wipes her tears but I grab her hand.

"That's what I wanted to avoid... I knew something bad was gonna happen."

"I'll be fine, Shay."

"I know this look, Dorian. Whatever you have in mind is violent or suicidal. Probably both, actually."

"You wanted the old me, right ? I'm right here. You think I can let that happen ? You think I can let them take her and do nothing ?"

"That's not what I'm saying. I just want you to make the right decisions."

We get interrupted by Sam walking in the room.

"We got sum."

Sharon helps me stand up and we walk to the living room. A man is typing on his computer. He shows us a spot on the map.

"That's the last position of her phone. Do you recognize this area ?"

"Yea. There's a warehouse somewhere in this zone. I been there once."

As we're debating on where to go, my phone rings. It's an unknown number.

"Make them speak long enough for me to track the call." The geek dude says.

I take a deep breathe and I take the call.

"Dorian Robinson !"

"Who's that ?"

"I'm Clyde. You met my brother yesterday. I'm glad to finally have a conversation with you."

"Clyde right ? Listen to me very carefully. What you just did was the biggest mistake of your entire life. From where I'm from, we don't do shit like that. We handle situations like men. You've decided to take another path and I'll make sure you regret making that move."