บททั้งหมดของ HAUNTING EMILY : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 36

MATTEO I could feel my blood boiling as I sped out of the compound. The car engine roared, tires screeched, but I didn’t care. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, my foot heavy on the gas.The streets flew by in a blur of lights and shadows. Cars honked, some drivers swerved out of my way. I barely noticed. Every second counted. If I got there too late, I might lose everything.Not my warehouse. Definitely not tonight.A sharp turn nearly threw the car off balance. I didn’t slow down, neither was I thinking of doing that. Rather, I pressed harder. A few more streets, and the warehouse came into view.But what I saw made my heart pound harder. My men at the entrance laid lifeless on the ground outside the gate. I couldn't even think straight. They were just five of them, but it felt like I had lost twenty.And there they were, two of Pedro’s dogs. Standing guard like they owned the place, like they were proud of what they’d done. My anger exploded, and I wanted nothing but to w

GINAI didn’t waste any more time. I picked up my phone and quickly dialed Detective Lee’s number. The line rang for a few seconds before he answered.“Gina?” His voice sounded like he already knew something was wrong.“Yes, sir. It’s about Emily Thompson,” I said, "She's been missing for a month now."There was silence for a moment on his end. Then, his tone changed. “Why are you only calling me now? You should have informed me earlier!”“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I thought the department was doing all they could. But nothing is moving. I need your help, Detective Lee. Please.”He let out a heavy sigh. “Alright. I’ll start looking into it right away. Where can we meet?”“There’s a restaurant near my place. Can we meet there tonight?”“Fine,” he said. “Text me the address. I’ll be there.”When I ended the call, I realized Stephanie had been standing nearby, listening the whole time.“Is this about Aunt Emi?” she asked softly.I nodded. “Yes. But don’t worry, I’ve spoken to Detectiv

MATTEOI didn’t think, I didn’t stop to breathe. I just ran. My feet moved faster than I could carry myself. I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought, I had to see for myself. Was Emily really dead? My heart was beating so hard, I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t understand why I felt like this. Why was I so desperate? Why did it matter so much?The woman from my past… now dead? How could that be?I pushed open the door to the room where they had kept her. My breath caught in my throat. There she was, lying so still on the cold floor. The men had placed her there gently, like she was already a corpse they didn’t want to break further. I stared at her. For a second, I couldn’t even move.Her face… her body… it didn’t look like Emily anymore. Bruises covered her skin. The marks of whips, of fists, of pain. I could see dried blood. Her clothes were torn and dirty. I dropped to my knees beside her. My hands trembled as I touched her arm. She was cold. Too cold. I pressed my fingers