The Tattooed Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Three

"What happened, Hunter?" I asked for the hundredth time.

Hunter just got a call telling him that Blaze's life is in danger. We just got out of the house and got in the car. I've been asking him since then and he isn't answering. I was worried sick right now. I had no idea what was going on and Hunter remaining silent wasn't helping me either.

"I have no idea. I just got the phone call and I heard her screaming the words 'save me, Hunter.'" he licked his lips anxiously.

My heart started beating faster now. What the fuck? Was she kidnapped or something? That is a stupid question. Of course she was kidnapped. She was fucking screaming! I felt myself getting angry. I had a feeling that it was either Tony, or Brandon behind all of this. I will fucking skin them alive. I'm fucking done being a coward. I am fucking done with all of this.

"Do you know where she is?" I asked and Hunter nodded.

"I do. He messaged me the address. That motherfucker is going to die." Hunter took out a gun from under his seat.

My eyes grew wide. I knew I wasn't going to be able to do anything about this. Hunter his anger was unable to be held back now. I could just see it on his face. Not even Blaze and I would be able to stop him from killing people. He will just do it. I just know he will; and he won't listen to anyone. Hunter is seeing red now. That is just all.

I didn't say anything and just looked ahead of us as I uneasily played with my fingers. I am not afraid to admit that at this moment, Hunter was scaring the fuck out of me. The look on his face just confirmed that he can kill anyone right now. Even me. To be honest, I understand Hunter. I would probably kill people too if they kept messing with my boyfriend or sister who means the world to me. It's just logical... In Hunter his eyes, that is.

The ride was silent. Neither Hunter, nor I spoke. The atmosphere was so tense. Everyone was tense. I was getting so worried about Blaze. I know that Hunter won't let anything happen to her, but deep down I was so scared about what was going to happen. I was so scared of what was ahead of us.

"We're here." Hunter pulled over.

My heart started beating even faster now. Hunter parked the car and we stepped out. I expected everything to be isolated, but it wasn't. Instead, it was just in a regular house. Hunter walked over to me, holding the gun, ready to fire whenever it's needed.

"Don't get surprised. I've been here before. It may seem regular, but it has the tightest security ever. Two guards outside. Five inside. There are surveillance cameras everywhere, and no one from the outside can ever know what is going on inside. Anyone unwanted that enters, breathes for the last time." Hunter looked at me.

"You're not fucking helping here, Hunter!" I whisper yelled, making him smile a bit.

He kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, baby. As long as I am here, no one can lay a fucking finger on you."

I didn't say anything. I just shot him a faint smile. He nodded at me and we walked towards the house. The guards nodded at each other and opened the gate. We walked inside to see this huge white mansion. This is not Tony, neither is this Brandon. None of them are this rich.

"Hunter... Where are we?" I looked at him and he looked back at me.

"At Zachariah's house." he breathed out.

My eyes grew wide. The freaking mafia kidnapped Hunter's sister. But why? Oh yeah, because they want Hunter back. Zachariah wants Hunter back. He was the best he had after all. Now I was getting more scared. Anything could happen in there. Literally anything. I nearly scoffed when I realized that Zachariah was just acting like a stupid teenager girl, crying to have her oh so precious crush.