KRYAN

Chap. 35

*Bryan

"Thanks, Birdie," The ginger cop says to the bartender. He takes his drink and walks over to a booth in the corner of the club.

I pull my black hoodie over my head and walk towards the booth where he's at. His head pops up as I sit down and he scowls. "Who the hell are you?"

I pull the gun from my waistband and push it into his stomach. "Let's go."

"I-I'm a cop," He stutters.

"I said let's go," I say, clicking the safety off.

He glances around and then back at me before sliding out of the booth with me close behind. I point to the back door and we walk out of it.

"What do you want from me?"

I bash the top of his head with the gun. "I want, Beatrice Rose, out of custody."

He holds one hand to his bleeding head. "I-I can't do that. I don't have that kin-"

My boot slams against his nose. "Oh really? But you had enough power to slam my fucking girlfriend against the ground!"

He cries out in pain. "Ok! Ok! I'll do it! Please just let me go!"

"Oh and one more thing."

"Anything!"

"I want to see, Greg and Monica Richards."

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"Open holding cell number three, please."

"Oh my God, Ken! What happened to your fa-"

"Just fùcking open it!"

I hear a small beeping noise and then the cell in front of me opens.

"Richards, step out," Ken says, tapping his foot.

I smirk as they step into the light. "How's it going?"

"You s-"

My smirk drops and a hard glare replaces it. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Should I go?" Ken squeaks from behind me.

"No. What I have to say will only take a second."

Greg spits on my jacket. "That's what you're worth."

"You know," I chuckle, "you better be lucky you're in here."

Monica scoffs. "And why is that?"

"Cause I'd kill you if you weren't."

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*Kylie

"It's been two weeks and we still can't find him," Beatrice sighs.

I hold her hand in mine. "We'll find him."

Since the day Bryan got Beatrice out, we've been searching for her son. We had some leads but they all ended up dead ends and that crushed her. I wish we could find him.