Run to Me

Chapter 27

Dave

"Have you heard from DeSousa?" I asked while pacing the office.

Nate shook his head. "I've been trying, but nothing."

"I don't like this."

"He might be in deep. He might not be able to communicate. Let's give him another day," Jake suggested.

"A day. One, not a second longer."

They nodded.

"How's Katie's doing?" Jake asked.

"Better than most would considering the situation."

I shook my head trying to clear it with unwanted thoughts.

"God damn it, Larson. I know that fucking look," Nate snapped.

"I'll always do whatever needs to get done."

***

"Let them fucking squirm. After that little present I left on that bitch's desk, I'm sure he's going out of his mind."

"How sure are you it's going to work?"

"It's going to work. I'm sure by now he's blaming himself for all of this. It's not long before his fear and guilt eats him and leaves her vulnerable. That's when we'll strike. I'm going to hit him where it will hurt the most."

"You're so sure he's going to leave her?"

"He just needs a bit more push and he'll be running as far away from her. The fucking idiot think it will save her, but he's wrong. It won't save him. I failed 5 years ago, and then again three years ago, but I won't fail now. I'm going to take everything away from him, the same way he took everything away from me."

Three years ago...

"You thought you killed me, you smug bastard. I'm stronger than you think and it would take a little fucker like you to end me."

"I killed your entire fucking family. All by myself. I'd say I did a pretty damn good."

"Yeah? Well you made one big mistake. You let me live, you little fucker," he snapped before landing a blow to my jaw.

"You're not so tough now, are you?"

"Fuck you!"

He laughed. "No. I fucked you!" He laughed harder.

I struggled against my restraints even if it was painful. I was a mess. I knew it, but I didn't care. I'm going to keep fighting this fucker. He likes knives. The cut on my back and stomach is proof enough. He also likes his chains and his bat. There wasn't a single part of me that wasn't in pain.

"I fucked your mom too didn't I? I fucked her good. We all did," he taunted.

"I'm going to fucking gut you!" I growled.

He slid his knife on my arm. I was past caring not feeling the pain. I was aching everywhere, I didn't where it began and where it ended.

Did I want to die? No! The thought never crossed my mind. In fact I wanted to live.

Katerina's face filled my mind. She's the one getting me through this hell. I want to get back to her. I want to live, but I wouldn't beg this fucked for my life. I would never beg a lowlife. I would never give him the satisfaction of bringing me to my knees.

He will never bring me to my knees.

The longer I stayed with him, the less chance I'll make it out here alive.