Carrier (TPA2)

22

    I've got writers block so this chapter might not be very good. :( sorry babies.

                              Ryan's pov

Peyton has lost every ounce of my trust. I look between Lucas, and then to Peyton. Her hands are bound to the metal chair, and she's seated at a cool metal table. The scene is something from a movie.

I grip the edges of the table and lean forward. "Where is she?" I snap. Peyton simply glares at me. Her nails scrape at the medal, and I can hear her heartbeat clearly. She's terrified.

"I don't know." She shrugs, looking over towards Lucas who's standing by the only door. My lips from a hard line.

We'd been inside this room for over an hour and she still hasn't given up any information. I'm trying to be civil. I shouldn't have been so nice. I let out a breath and look towards Lucas.

"Go and get Ava." I snap. I want to rip Peyton's limbs off one by one right now. She deserves it. She deserves everything that she gets from here on out.

"Last chance, Peyton." I snap as Lucas steps out of the room. "Where the hell is Taylor?" I'm yelling now. My grip on the table is beginning to bend the metal.

Her lips curl. She's turned wicked. "You're going to send your little sister after me?" Peyton let's out a laugh. "What's she going to do? Tell me her feelings?"

"You've really got to quit under estimating me, Peyton." Ava utters, stepping into the room. Her eyes are dark. Ava seems completely evil when her wolf takes over.

I step back and let Ava take my place. Her knuckles crack, and she pops her neck. "Where is she, Peyton?" Her voice is thick with anger. Ava's never liked Peyton.

"Dead." Peyton sneers. Ava balls her fist and let's it collide with the side of Peyton's cheek. I hear a cracking sound and my lips curl. Ava isn't messing around.

"Don't joke around with me. Where the hell is she?!" Ava snaps. Peyton's face is bleeding just underneath her eye. I know her cheek bone has to be broke.

I watch her swallow, and look between Ava and me. I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest. Anger is radiating from my body.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you just run along and go take care of your kid?" Peyton snaps. Although she's already hurt her lips curl into a smile. She still refuses to cooperate.

Ava swings on Peyton again. This time, hitting her as hard as she can. Peyton let's out a cry this time. Her eye is already swollen shut from the punch.

"ALRIGHT!" She screams, turning away from Ava's fist when she balls it. "There's a slave sell on 51st every Thursday in the old walmart! She went there! That's all
I know!" She exclaims. I feel as if she's hiding something.

I look at Lucas. It's wednesday. I have a day to plan a way to get to this bussiness. I glance back at Ava and nod my head. "Don't kill her, yet." Ava smiles, and I walk out of the room.

Screams fill my ears as I rush down to my own office.

           *********

Thursday night comes too slow. But, it finally arrives. Just like Peyton had said, a sale was going on at the abandoned Walmart.

My wolf is itching to find out information. He's also itching to get ahold of one of these sick bastards and tear them to pieces. My heart pounds against my rib cage like it's a set of drums.

I step inside the dark building. Most of my men are inside already, amongst the crowd of other men. The smell of smoke hits me, and I scowl. My eyes scan the room, and I make eye contact with each of my men.

They're ready to take this place down. I cannot believe I didn't know about something like this just outside of my pack. I've been so clueless about so many things. What else do I not know about?

"Welcome, gentle men. The first girl of the night. Very beautiful." A announcer says. I nod my head. The little lights remaining shut off, and growls erupt all around me. That was the signal. My men have begun attacking anyone inside. The light flicks back on, and there's Chaos all around.

I find the announcer. He's trying to sneak past everything. I catch him by his shoulder and slam him against the wall. "Taylor Mendez. Where is she?" I snap. The man looks completely terrified.

"Who?" He wonders. I clench my jaw and swing my fist against his gut. It's been a year since Taylor has been here.

"Who did you sell my fucking wife to?" I snap. The man's face goes pale. He tries to push me away from him. He's weak.

"We don't keep information!" He screams over the growls surrounding us. It's another dead end. The man is telling the truth.

"Please let me go! I have a wife and kids!" He begs. I furrow my eyebrows. "You should have thought about that before you decided to be what you are." I snapped.

My wolf goes on a rampage. He doesn't count how many people he kills. He just knows that killing Is the best way to get a message across.

I'm angry, and I'm going to find Taylor. One way, or another.