Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

Chapter Thirteen Part 2

Chapter Thirteen Part Two

ALEC'S POV :

I sat on the side of the road , spinning the knife impatiently in my fingers. Blake's life was on the line and my bastard failure of a father was taking his sweet time.

My cellphone rang and I pounced on it , not letting it get past one ring.

"Where is she?" I barked.

"She? Now Alec , I thought you were looking for those two boys." He chuckled.

"I am. They took something of mine." I answered , not giving anything away.

"You and your possessions." He sighed.

"How would you know that? You left me and my mother most of our lives anyways. So don't you dare go preaching about my faults Matthew." I snarled his name , about to hunt him down and murder him.

"I'm doing you a favor son. I suggest you show me some respect." He snapped.

I rolled my eyes. Cockhead.

"Just tell me where Hunter and Ryder are. You know the deal." I snapped back.

He quickly read off the address. I snapped the phone closed , gunning it back onto the highway.

I spun around , heading back towards the address.

I made the hour long drive in half an hour , pushing the speed limit and safety every time. The cops couldn't stop me if they had King Kong with them right now.

My mind was humming with terrible thoughts of what they could be doing

to Blake.

My gut twisted.

Because I'd failed. Again.

I hadn't warned her. I knew Ryder was in the dealing business. I'd known before I'd come here. I'd known when I saw him looking at her like a starstruck puppy.

And yet I wasn't enough to protect her.

She was going to hate me after this.

I pressed the gas pedal down more, hitting 160mph. My eyes flew over the addresses as I searched for the four numbers I'd memorized.

Finally I found the house.

It was more like a shack, at the end of a street.

Then it clicked in my mind. They may have changed the street name and number but I would always remember this wretched house.

My old house.

I swung out of the car, fury burning through my veins, revenge sealing them.

I raked a hand through my black hair, pushing it out of my eyes. I didn't bother locking the car, didn't slam the door. They knew id be coming.

I walked up to the door, pushing it slightly. I was glad that the must have oiled it when they used as a drug storage and dealing headquarters.

I slid inside, my fingers hovering around gun tucked into my waistband.

I walked around, my long strides carrying me across the room. I tried to force out all the memories but still some came trickling back in.

A man screaming in pain as his kneecaps were broken for being late on a payment, another being wrapped in barbed wire for threatening to go to the cops.

One woman dead on the ground because she had come to save her sister from my father. To take the sister away from her husband and run with her son.

My aunt didn't succeed.

My father made me watch as he placed the gun to her temple and shot. Told me this is what would happen to my mother if I told anyone.

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

When my eyes reopened a caught a flash of white blonde hair, a muffled sound.

Ice froze my veins.

Making my way to the back door, my fingers tried moving the doorknob first. When it was lcoked, I swore under my breath, and raised my boot. I drove it into the door with surprising force, and rose my gun just as quickly as I breathed.

The bullet clicks into place and I aimed it at his head.

"You son of a bitch. You better move before I blow your brains out." I growled. A fury I didn't know I was capable of enveloped me as I saw Blake.

Her face was bruised, and she was slumped in a chair, her top off, and Ryder standing beside her smirking.

I felt sick.

I'd done this to her. I hadn't warned her. I knew what Ryder was capable of.

I twisted, lowered the gun and fired three rounds. Each bullet hit Hunter in the stomach.

The next one hit his throat.

I didn't feel a touch of remorse for this guy. I'd seen some of his 'work'. What he did to girls after he got them hopped up.

I turned to Ryder, loading my gun again. I didn't want to shoot him, but I knew that if it came down to it I would pick Blake over him. I already had a plan to call down my old friend Cameron when I got back.

I took three steps toward Ryder while he cautiously watched.

"I suggest you get the hell away from her." I warned.

I knew he didn't have a gun. He was too busy with Blake.

He backed away slowly, obedient.

Then I fired.

It hit him in the stomach, and I was at Blake's side in an instant. My knife cut through the ropes effortlessly. Not wanting her to be seen like this I pulled off my top, sliding her limp body into it.

I picked her up, carrying her small weight easily. I made my way out of the house, back to the car.

I was laying her in the backseat when her grey eyes flickered open.

Her mouth was on mine in a second. I pulled her closer to me, needing to feel her body against mine. My tongue searched her mouth before she pulled away.

"Thank you." She murmured.

And honestly?

I couldn't have felt better than.

Because I managed to get her out of there. Alive. And Ryder would never hurt her again.