Love At First Taste: Her Stepfather's Pet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

"I need you to answer me when I ask you a question. That is the only way for this to work. Do you understand?" Tyler leans forward. His eyes have a crazed glint to them in the dark that scares me out of my senses, I will do anything he asks. Just to avoid his wrath. I nod frantically. He shakes his head at me disappointedly. Somehow, I understand what he is asking of me, so I open my mouth and say, "Yes, I understand. I am sorry." He raises an amused brow at me, and I add again, "No, I don't know what kind of person Linc was before my mother married him." I say. He leans back in his chair, a twisted pleased look on his face. I feel nauseated. "He was a piece of shit. An asshole. He belonged to this group of friends who got off on being wild reckless idiots. Rich spoilt kids who got away with anything and everything. Late night parties. Getting high. Alcohol. Hard drugs. Women. The whole thing." Tyler folds his hands over his chest. He looks normal for a second, and the lapse in hi

I love her. God. I am in love with her. She had told me she loved me one time after a session of passionate love making and I cowardly avoided the topic. Till now. Till this. And now I don't know if I am ever going to see her again. I glare at the sunlight forcing itself into the den, splashing across my face, the alcohol has numbed me to a stupor where nothing matters but Amelia. My head hurts with a terrible migraine and everything makes me sngry. I am painfully aware of the fact that the more hours that passed, the more danger she might be in. The more volatile the situation becomes. And it is all my fault. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself if anything happens to Amelia. Hernandez walks into the den from somewhere beyond my limited line of sight and I eye him angrily. It is good that he is a top professional, else I don't know how he put up with my violent outbursts. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't too drunk. "Mr. Dmitri. Good morning." He says, taking his seat on t

She glares at me from her seat across the den, I open my mouth to reply her but just then a vibration goes off in my pants pocket. It is my phone. I grab it, and looking at the screen, it is an unsaved number. Unknown. I look at the hot glare on Sheryl's face as she watches me with palpable hatred. Hernandez bursts into the room, he has set up a makeshift investigation room in the guestroom adjacent to the den, and he tracks my phone for every single call. He must have seen the call come in. Abbie is behind him and a third guy who is with Hernandez, whose name I have not bothered to know in the chaos since yesterday. Sheryl looks behind her and I see the panic cross her eyes for a second. "That would be him, right?" I point the ringing phone to Hernandez. "Should be. It is almost twenty four hours after." He says coolly. Abbie nods at me and the third guy pulls out a recording device with earpieces which he passes around to Hernandez and Abbie. Then he walks out of the room back to

With the morning light, I am able to see that he brought us to an abandoned warehouse. It is huge and feels almost cavernous. The windows are high and off to the far end of the space, there are tall stacks of long forgotten boxes containing God knows what."Mom?" Tyler calls, his mother has gone silent on the other end. We hear only her breathing. I know Linc is with her and I strain against the gag in my throat, it is futile. I can't make a sound. I know I shouldn't but I feel desperate. I don't want to die without hearing Linc's voice one more time. I don't want to leave him without speaking to him one last time. I don't know where the death thoughts come from, but listening to unstable Tyler talk to his mother and the awful suspicious silence on her end, I get a bad feeling in the pits of my stomach. "Tyler, honey, we need to talk about that again. But please you will have to let Amelia go first. I am so sorry, I think I might have misled you." Her quiet regretful sob choked voic

I guess I already knew the answer to my question from the moment I picked up Tyler's call and the first thing he called me was 'father' in that taunting tone of his. I suspected this. Some parts of me knew it. But because of its absurdity, I shoved it to the back of my mind. I refused to dwell on it. In my head, it simply couldn't be. I refused to acknowledge it. But the evidence is currently avoiding my eyes. Face downturned in shame. I can't believe it. The car rolls down a smooth abandoned road quietly, cut off from the hustle and bustle of the main city roads, I can't tell where we are but I know it must be the suburbs or some inner part of the city. Sheryl and I both remain silent and my rage stews in the uncomfortable silence. This is unforgivable. All this madness and it was all for a lie. For both mother and son's sake, I really hope Amelia is unhurt. I really hope I get her back untouched and with as less trauma from the experience as possible. I can't promise what I would