The Tequila Gang (completed)

Chapter Ninety One: ➰

HIDE AND SEEK
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Hunter's POV

"Hunter let him go! He doesn't know anything." Lydia protested, "he's an innocent man."

Innocent my arse, anyone who's had any type of involvement with Nathan and his clan, is far from innocent, but unfortunately this guy refused to give anything away, that to me shows he knows something. but if he wants to have it his way.

I ignored Lydia completely and let the bullet fire from the gun and watched the air leave the man beneath me, shame maybe I could of spared him if he had chosen the right option and told me anything that could be deemed as relevant.

"Really!?" She placed a hand on her forehead, "he was a pilot on a plane that Nathan was on and that gives you reason to think he deserves to die? is this what its come to now? Pull yourself together!"

"Jarred tell your Rottweiler that she'll be next on my list if she don't shut her fucking trap."

That soon shut her up, we'd done nothing but argue for the past three days, not just me and her, me and everybody. Everybody was starting to get on my nerves, all putting their two pence worth in, but not anything that's actually useful to me.

Three days.

Three whole fucking days Tia's been stuck with them and we were no closer to finding her, we have nothing else left to go on, so to say I was becoming more and more impatient was an understatement, I haven't eaten, slept or sat down. I couldn't I felt physically sick imagining what kind of crap they're doing to her, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"That lists getting longer and longer." Kyle groaned, "chill out with the killing spree yeah? gonna have to build our own graveyard in our back yard soon!"

"7 people he's killed in the past couple of days, he's out of control!" Lydia whispered harshly, but I heard it anyway. Frankly I didn't give a shit. "This isn't a joke Kyle, these are real people."

I whipped my head round to Kyle, "chill out? You want me to chill out? How can I fucking chill out when I'm no closer to getting Tia away from those sick bastards. Who knows what they're doing to her." I couldn't even think about it. I refused to think about it.

"Mate," Jarred placed a hand on my shoulder, "don't think like that, get your head back in the game, were all trying to get her back and we will get her back. But going around killing everyone you see is not the answer."

"Yeah?" I retaliated, "what is the fucking answer then. Please tell me, because right now I'm losing my god damn mind."

"We will figure it out!" I wasn't so sure anymore, I was slowly giving up, I was weak. If someone punched me right now, I'd probably drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes and be out for a week. "And don't be so hard on Lydia, that's her best friend remember she's just as much frustrated about the situation as you are, in fact we all are."

"You need to eat something and you need to sleep Hunter." Lydia said calmly. Seriously is this chick bipolar? one minute she's balling at me the next she's giving me nutritional advice.

"There isn't any time to eat. That will do nothing but waste more time."

Food and sleeping were the last things on my mind right now though, it wasn't an option. That's it I go off and have a peaceful snooze and fill my stomach up, while my girlfriends probably starving hungry and locked away somewhere disgusting.

She deserves 5 star treatment and nothing else, and I'll bet my life on it that she's not getting that right now.

How dare they take her into their poor way of living, and god help anybody that's laid a finger on a strand of hair on her head, I'll have their heads on a stick and roast them on my fucking BBQ. The thought of someone else apart from me touching her, makes me feel ill.