Sold for A Thousand dollars!(Completed)

Chapter 38: "I didn't torture her"

A/N: Heyy. I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded in like two weeks. School has been super hectic plus I've started college applications. I'm back though. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter.

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*sips tea*

Jordan

"What do you mean you've come up empty-handed?" I yell into the phone.

He sighs.

"We couldn't find him, sir."

"Do you think this a joke, Caleo?"

"No sir, not at al_"

"If you don't bring me anything useful by the end of the day, you're fired!"

"I-yes sir"

I hang up in aggravation before tossing my phone on the floor, nearly shattering it.

I let out a sigh off frustration as I run my hands through my messy blond curls. It had been nearly two days since she went missing. And two days of me trying to find her. My men have constantly come up empty-handed and for the first time in a while, I have no idea what to do.

Since the incident, I haven't slept, I've barely eaten and I've been locked up in a hotel doing some research on Antorio. So far, the only thing I knew about him was that he was a mass murderer who had never been seen. And those who have seen him, have never lived to tell.

A surge of anger takes over me and I rise to my feet before flipping the table upside down.

A slight knock on my hotel door a few seconds later interrupts me.

I run my hands down my unironed blouse and head towards the door. I open it thinking that it was room service but freeze in my steps when I see him.

He stood in a dark blue ensemble, his hands lazily slung into his pockets, his brown hair neatly combed to the side--the polar opposite of how I looked.

"Can I help you?" I say through gritted teeth

"You can start off by letting me in" he shrugs

"And why on earth would I do that?" I snap at him

"Because I can help you"

"Bullshit! And how did you find me anyway?" I spit

"You're not very hard to track, Jordan"

"Right back at you, Jackson"

"Are you gonna let me in or not?" He snaps

"Or not"I remark

He pushes past me and into my hotel room.

"Get the fuck out, Jackson. I'm not in the mood"

"Oh relax" he says as he turns to face me

"Close the door" He says

I slowly close the door before turning to face him, arms crossed over my chest in impatience.

"What?" I snap

"I'm here to help" He says

"Help with what?"

"Help you find Marianna" He says in a duh tone

I scoff.

"I thought you didn't care about her"

"Look, I'm here okay. SO does that answer your question" he snaps, losing his temper

I stay silent for a few seconds.