𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄(gxg)

Chapter 33

ERIN'S perspective

I watched as he struggled. His arms and legs squirming like a fish out of water, hard, muffled groans escaped from his tight lips.

It was amusing for the first five minutes but now his pathetic cries for help only made my head pound. I approached him and connected my fist with his jaw.

"Keep quiet or it'll be worse!"

Massaging my temples I paced the room. Tears now ran down from his pale, sweaty face and he looked at me with plead. Even I admit that this wasn't one of my smartest moves. But she wasn't giving up, not like I thought or had planned she would and this was the next best option.

Kidnapping Grey.

If you could even call abducting a grown man while he was out on his morning run kidnapping. But this was the closest thing to Emelia that she cared about. Her career was practically over, as predicted she's going broke, and of course her explicit photos are swarming around the media.

She was a fighter that was for sure. But I wanted what was mine and Rose had always been mine. I removed the towel that was gauged between his teeth and he immediately started to yell.

"Please! I don't have anything you would want from me! Let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone!" He rambled, losing breath with each word as he tracked my next move.

"Where is she?" I asked.

He shook his head, drool seeping from his mouth as his eyes grew glossy. "Who? Where is who?"

I balled up my fist once again and tried to resist the urge to pound him. "Emelia goddamnit! Where the fuck is she?!"

His eyes doubled in size when he connected the dots. "Y-you're Erin."

I smiled in satisfaction. "Answer the question."

He threw his head back and when it rose forward a giant loogie hit the tip of my shoe. "Like hell I'm talking you psycho bitch!"

Now I had enough. I reached behind my back and grabbed the glock, twisting it with a fast motion and swinging in his face. He moaned in pain, attempting to regain balance as a new bloodied mark appeared on his nose. "Start talking or I will use this." I twirled the gun around my finger, arching my brown in the process almost daring him to make another smart ass comment.

"I'm not telling you a thing. What the hell is your problem anyway?" He spat.

I pulled up a chair and sat across from him. Crossing my legs with the gun placed in my lap, his head bobbing back and forth trying to stay conscious. "My problem is with people like you and Emelia. Rich kids. Thinking you can take whatever and whoever you want without consequences. But yet y'all have the deepest, darkest secrets and use your privilege to cover them up. Not this time. Rose is mine and if it weren't for you and your druggie friend we'd be together."

"They're happy. Finally, both of them are happy. Can't you see that? Leave them alone!" He yelled with as much force as he could muster up.

Suddenly the door opened, Jeff Bryant, my uncle, marched through the door with the tip of his hat. He took one good look at Grey and smirked, walking over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I found her. She's at her apartment waiting for him." He held up a phone with her location.

"Perfect. Bring her to me."

He nodded ready to leave, passing Grey who had a visible look of fear plastered upon his face. "Oh wait." I flagged him down. Turning on his heels he returned back to my side, I took the phone and took a picture of the badly beaten man before me. "Show her this if she doesn't oblige."