STOLEN

Chapter 35

*Author's note*
Woah, almost 20k reads? I'm blown away in bafflement. You guys are beyond incredible. Thank you!

So this is the moment that all of you have been begging me to know about! What is going to happen with Chelsea? Well... read and find out ;)

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Jason's POV:

My chest heaved and my nostrils flared vigorously as we finally pulled up at the parking lot to the motel that held the address left on the card I had found in my bedroom. It probably wasn't the best idea to have me behind the wheel, but I refused to let any of those two idiots drive. There was more at stake here, and I had sped like a fucking maniac all the way, even having a few moments of driving on the wrong side of the road, because there was less traffic.

Andrew and Tyler had of course cursed me to hell and claimed I was trying to kill them, which of course wasn't the case. There was somebody else I really wanted to kill tonight. Someone who had something that belonged to me. The mere thought of Lorenzo putting his dirty hands on her was something I had to push away if I wanted to avoid beating up every living thing in my surroundings.

Consumed by anger I rushed out of the car and slammed the door right behind me and immediately began pacing towards the reception of this sketchy, disgusting place, but I was held back and I wanted to explode. "Andrew get your fucking hands off me." I spat in anger, my voice carrying threats of decades and he knew it, but he didn't let go.

"Jason take a breath okay, I know this is serious, but-"

"Spare me your bullshit Andrew." I yanked my arm out of his grip and continued pacing towards the reception, bursting through the door immediately catching the attention of the receptionist. Slamming a photo of Lorenzo onto the desk before her, she jumped in surprised. I slid the picture towards her. "This man. Which room."

The woman trembled in fear under my threatening stare. "I-I can't give out that information, sir." I reached my arms over the counter and grabbed her by her shirt, yanking her towards me.

"Tell me. Where. He is." I spat in the receptionist's face, my eyes flaming in black and drilling angrily into the trembling fear that radiated off of her. Her body shook in fear in my hands. "E-eighteen. H-he's in room eighteen." Her voice was not but a whisper, but it was clear enough for me to hear. I let her back in her chair and stormed right back out and made my way back to the car. "You two stay outside and watch until I tell you otherwise." I ordered sternly and grabbed the knife I had brought with me. None of them argued, but merely followed behind me as we walked to room number eighteen.

Tyler reached the room first and went to the window. The curtains were pulled, but there was a small crack-opening between the two curtains that he immediately threw himself at, checking if it really were Lorenzo in the room. He nodded in my direction, something undecipherable clouding his expression. I shoved him aside, "let me look."

My heart stopped beating immediately as I peeked through the window.

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Before my eyes I saw Chelsea on a bed, wearing nothing but black lace lingerie, and Lorenzo half naked on top of her as he ground himself against her, roaming her body with his hands. My territory. She shuffled and shifted underneath him in discomfort as he kissed her neck and grabbed her breast. You're a dead man Lorenzo.