Page 64 of His Last Will

No longer was I going to sit here with two thumbs stuck up my ass while my prey was put in harm’s way.

They were mine.

And it was time they both fucking knew it. Let’s hope they were ready to be hunted.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

AIDEN

“Where the fuck is my fiancée!” I slam my fist into Ashton’s metal desk so hard that I think I may have cracked a few bones.

Ashton turns to me, fury in his eyes. “I don’t fucking know, but if you scream at me again, I am going to inject you with a fucking paralytic to get you to calm down.” He turns back to the screen where we are analyzing video footage from outside the venue just before Ari was taken.

Shade has pulled up the earliest clips of the car to see if we could determine who took her, but the man obviously knew where the camera angles were because he avoided giving us a clear view.

From the video call on the screen in front of us, Shade clears their throat. “The license plate is a fake, clearly swapped out at some point to remain untraceable. I have video footage ‌following the car to see where it stops, but I have to check multiple angles each time the car turns, so if you give me a few minutes, I can locate something.”

The idea that Ari is out of my grasp and could be hurt or even killed makes my blood boil. Anger bubbles up inside to the point that I am barely in control. My reaper seething beneath my skin.

If anything happens to her… my venom… the reign of terror that I unleash will be similar to the gates of Hell opening to release its demons.

And I will start at the door of the Cartwrights.

I know they had something to do with this. No other family would have big enough balls to take on The Order.

“Fucking find her. Now.” I order as I stand and pace Ashton’s office floor.

Ashton turns back to the screen while Shade continues to send over the footage they are combing through. Each second these people have her while we don’t have answers feels like more weight is added to my chest. I am literally struggling to breathe without her.

The feeling almost mirrors the night Brodie died, the moment he stopped breathing and left us with his Araneae legacy.

My girl has now been taken from me too. Is somewhere out there, having god knows what done to her, and I am not there to protect her. I slam my fist against the wall.

The woman who was never supposed to be mine, who stuck her claws in me, and seduced me with a bloodlust that matched mine.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

The hole in the wall matches the current space inside of me where she is missing.

Fuck all of this.

Ashton glares at me over his shoulder. “Maybe if you didn’t let yourself be taken and shoved into a closet, Ari wouldn’t be in this mess.”

I walk over to the table in the corner where Z is tied, snatching a knife from the wall and stabbing his hand. Z screams in pain beneath the gag as blood leaks from the wound and tears begin to fall down his face. Maybe Ashton will take this more seriously if I hurt his pet.

Ashton’s arm comes around my throat and squeezes with such force that I’m choking for air. “Maim my pet again, and I will kill you myself.” The threat low and deadly in my ear.

Lifting my right foot, I kick his knee, and as his grip loosens around my neck, I grab his forearm and turn him, pinning him to the wall. “Find her, or you will watch him die.”

My phone vibrates, and I use my free hand to swipe it open.

Anthony:

Warehouse over on Bleeker. The one furthest back. Guards posted outside.

Aiden: