Chapter 9
Wolf paced the cell. He wondered, tears nearly brimming his eyes, whether his girls were alright. He didn't know if they had been taken too. And what about Daniel? It would destroy him if his only son was to be tortured like this; he was hoping he was home too.
He heard a groan in the background. He jerked his head round to see Alex's hand reach his head, obviously where the man had hit him.
"You ok Alex?" Wolf questioned.
"Yeah, I think so." He muttered back. Alex swung his legs round to the side of the bed. Standing up he clutched his head and swayed slightly. Wolf was positioned ready to catch him if he needed to, but he seemed fine.
Elizabeth had called the police as soon as she had noticed Lewis and Alex gone, she knew they hadn't just gone out; there had been blood on the floor. After she'd found them missing she rushed round the house to see if anything had been stolen, nothing but her son. Daniel, too, was missing. Only his bed had been perfectly made and his bedroom had been unusually tidy.
Ellie had been still in her big-girl bed though. So now she sat in the living room, clutching her child, tears constantly flowing down her pale face. The female police officer had attempted to comfort her but it hadn't work, she just wanted her boy's home. She hoped they were alright.
Footsteps came closer to the cell. Alex stiffened, ready for a fight. It was Scarface again...
The same guards, who had come to get him last time, grabbed him by his arms and again dragged him out of the cell, leaving Wolf, alone once more.
The room Alex was taken to was different from the last. It was empty apart from the chains that hung on the far side wall. He was pushed towards them and then his hands were cuffed to the chains. They had faced him towards the wall, hge fought against them, but it was no use. He could turn his head enough to see who was behind him.
Someone else came into the room. He turned his head to see who it was.
He was shocked to see who it was, either it was by force or he joined them willingly...