Hunter's POV.

My. Heart. Stops.

"You're fucking with me," I strain, my eyes never leaving his.

"I promise," his eyes are wide with excitement. "I wouldn't lie about this. I do care about Jacey so why would I not try to find her?"

I don't think much after that, I'm bolting up from my seat and following him out of the room. He leads me to the tech room, sitting down on the chair.

"This was the last sighting of Jacey, right?" Nixon points to the screen of the mall footage, Jacey walking towards the bathroom.

"Yes," I breathe, my eyes never straying from the screen that has the girl I love pictured on it.

"This man went in there," he points to a guy walking out of a storage closet, following after Jacey. "But we never saw them leave, right?"

"Right," I nod, not seeing where this is all going. I've known this for the past week and it's gotten me no where. How is this helpful?

"That's where you're wrong," Nixon smirks, typing a few things into his computer before the map of where Jacey is shows up.

"How'd you get that?" My heart rate increases drastically, practically about to beat out of my chest.

"The prick didn't exactly cover his tracker on his phone." Nixon has always been really good at tracking people down, but since he was in solitary confinement I had to find another bone head to complete the task. Bad mistake. "After a couple tries of hacking into the servers network and finally getting a signal on his phone, I found his exact route with Jacey."

"What if that's not even her location?" I start to panic at the possibility, but this is a great start.

"Trust me," he turns to me, acting somewhat like the Nixon I've always known. "It's where she is."

I take his word for it even through his dishonesty, rounding up ever last one of my guys into cars. The rules are clear; get Jacey out, and kill every last fucker in that building."

Jacey's POV.

I scream. Everything I have is generated into this simple action, my entire throat burning from the pitch.

Tears stream down my face as I beg and beg them to stop. It hurts. So bad.

"Tell us the fucking passcode, Jacey," Tage sneers in my face, pressing on my skin harder with the burning metal.

"I don't know it!" I scream, a sob ripping through my throat again.

"You're a liar," he growls, stepping away, taking away the hot tool. I shouldn't look, but as I do I find that my skin is red and blistery. A burn. "I don't fucking like liars."

I can't speak, the pain of everything is stopping me from doing so. I know what these men will want after they get the code; the location. The box is hidden in a location no one will ever find it and they need me for it.

"Then kill me," I choke out, drawing a sinister smirk to his face.

"That's not how I roll, sweetheart," he cackles darkly, gripping my chin harshly, forcing my face to his. "I torture. I make people scream for me to kill them. And I don't give a fuck how many times I have to tear open their flesh, as long as I get what I want."

Hunter's POV.

Before I give the signal for my men to follow me out of the estate and to Jacey, I run straight up to Bobbie's room. I burst through the door, not effecting my sister in the least.

"We've found her," I breathe out. Bobbie immediately shoots up from her bed, her eyes puffy and red along with her nose. "We need to go. Now."

It takes no more than two minutes for Bobbie to throw on clothes and follow me to the car that occupies Jayden, Sean, Sheldon and Nixon. I drive.

"Who found her?" Bobbie asks as I speed out onto the road, making a screeching sound against the pavement.

"Nixon," I tell her, my focus on Jacey, all Jacey.

"Stop!" She giggles, hitting my shoulder as I press light kisses to her neck.

"I know you really don't want me to," I smirk, pulling her thighs to wrap around my waist as my lips suck at her skin. She smells so fucking good.

"But we need to." Her breath hitches as I find that one spot on her neck.

"Why?" I innocently ask. I know exactly why we have to stop, but I refuse to leave this room until she's freshly fucked and marked by me.

"We have a meeting," she pants, her fingers threading in my hair and hips raising to meet mine.

"Yes we do," I say, my lips going to the valley of her bare breasts.

"Hunter..." She moans, arching her back. "Fuck it."

And we spent hours making love to each other.

The closer we get to our destination, the crazier I become. Seven days without Jacey feels like a lifetime and knowing she probably is not bathing in hot water and eating five star meals makes that trek a lot worse.

"Stay on the road, boss," Sheldon warns, as my thoughts become deadly.

I haven't thought much about what I'm going to do to the people that took my love, but now all those things are coming to mind. The torture. The cries for help. The screams of pain. The sickly sweet feeling in my stomach as I see them wither in agony the way my Jacey has been. Nothing will stop me, nothing. I won't ever stop tracking down every last one of them until I get to see the life die from their eyes.

Nixon's POV.

When you've spent days on end followed by a series of guards, you really have nothing better to do then be on a computer.

I got most of my technical knowledge from a friend of my mine in high school. I guess when you have nothing better to do you tend to lean towards different things. That for me was computers. I learned a lot from the, and actually benefitted me in the long wrong. At age twenty-two I'm now my family's best tracker.

As the days went on, I heard from one of the guards that Jacey was missing. I was pissed and vengeful. I tracked down the son of a bitch that took her all day and night until I knew for sure it was the right location. To say the least, I was obsessed with finding her, it became almost always frequent. It took me three days, but I did it. Sucks, Hunter didn't think to tell me about this, I had to hear about it four days after the incident from my guard.

My nerves spike as we pull to a stop a little ways from the building I have  labeled as Jacey's captivity.

"Let's go kill some fuckers," Hunter growls, climbing out of the car with only a small gun in his waist band and his fists.

Jacey's POV.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. My jaw kills from the recent punch Tage has thrown at me, all the while looking down at me with disgust. I slowly feel myself losing who I am and that's scary.

I bet I look worse than I feel, I probably won't be able to recognize myself and maybe that's not a bad thing. At least I know when I finally give up and let myself go, I'll be with my parents again.

Tears slip from my eyes at never seeing Hunter again. Or Bobbie, Jayden, Sean, Sheldon and Nixon. More tears escape.

"Why are you crying?" Tage fake pouts, getting ready to slam his fist into my face again when someone bursts through the door.

"Boss?" The mans deep voice resonated through the room.

"What?" Kolosov snaps, turning around to face the man. I can tell by his tone he's not to happy about the interruption. Neither am I, if I was lucky he might've knocked me out cold.

"We have visitors," the man says. It must've been a good warning if Tage up and left without a word.

Another couple hours until he's back, begging for more answers. Another couples hours until he's back with raging anger and determined fist.

My eyes begin to shut on their own accord, my exhaustion finally coming to the brink.

That's until I hear shouting; loud shouting. Gun shots ring in my ear making my eyes snap open on alert. More yelling, screams, more gun shots. What's going on?

Screams, all in pain. And then the door knob to the door of my cell starts to jiggle. My heart increases as the door slams open, someone I never thought I'd see again.

"Jacey," he breathes, his blonde hair falling on his forehead. He races over to me, looking rushed.

"Nixon?" I barely whisper, my vision blurring.

"I'm here to get you out of this mess," he rushes, his hand going to the chains around my wrists.

"Uh-uh-uh," a dark voice I know all to well, warns.

Nixon's head snaps up, his back tensing as he turns to the intruder.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tage asks, his voice dark with promise.

"What do you think?" Nixon growls, eyeing Tage up and down.

"I think you're making a mistake," he says.

Both of their figures start to fade in and out of focus. I can't see correctly, they're blurry.

"Hmm," Nixon hums. "I find that funny."

"Let me rephrase this," Tage takes a step towards Nixon. "If you don't step away from her, I'll shoot your brains out."

Nixon doesn't seem phased.

"Take one more step towards me and I'll kill you."

It all happens so fast, almost so fast I can't catch if all. One minute Nixon is standing in front of me, reaching for his gun and the next a sharp pain is ringing in my ears and Nixon is on the ground.

I think I scream, I'm not sure. When I look up at Tage he has a smirk on his face as he carefully lowers the gun, and in two seconds he's on the floor. Bobbie stands behind him with a brick in her hand that was just smashed against Kolosov's head.

She's breathing heavily, dropping the rock in an instant and kneeling in front of me. Her lips are moving, but my eyes are on Nixon who seems to be out cold. Blood is seeping from the wound to his chest and I already know he's gone.

"Nixon," I whisper, my body shaking. "Nixon!"

"Jacey! Jacey!" Hunter voice is yelling in my ear, his hand cupping my face, but I can't keep my eyes off of Nixon.

"No!" I scream. "No, no, no!"

"Come back to me, baby," Hunter tries to direct my attention to him. "Come back to me."

My vision fades, tears falling from my face as I watch everything turn black around me. And as I slowly drift from consciousness, I watch the lifeless form of Nixon cloud my mind.

I give into the feeling of being lifted out of my chair, I listen to Hunter's words in my ear and the shouting of people around me, but don't stick around to be taken out of this dreadful place. I lose myself.

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