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Can't Let Go: PT 2


Chapter Two


ARIZONA'S POV


Pain. That's all I can feel right now…pain. I don't know where I am and I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm in a world of pain. I'm more than sure my jaw is broken, but I'm also positive that I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I mean, I was supposed to be leaving the city to discuss some plans with a new client, but I'm here. I'm here in what looks like a warehouse and my wife is at home alone. I hope she doesn't know anything about this. It will only worry her. It will only stress her out and I need her to remain calm. We have a baby appearing in less than two months so yeah, I need her to remain calm and if she has to do it…forget about me. It's no big deal. At least, that's what I'm telling myself. The thought of never seeing my wife or kids again is too much to think about. It's too painful and it only adds to the hurt I'm already experiencing. I'm trying to figure out who would do this to me but I'm coming up blank every time. Sure, I've had issues with clients over the years, but would any of them resort to this? No, I don't believe they would. Sometimes you don't know people, though.

The sound of heavy boots approaching me, my heart pounds in my chest harder than ever before. I want to speak but I'm not sure I can. I want to question the people who ran me off the road and figure out how I can end all of this now. The blindfold pulled from my eyes, I'm met with a dirty looking guy and yeah…I've no idea who the hell he is. Maybe I'm just a random target, I don't know. Maybe he saw the car and figured he would choose me. Why didn't he just take the car? I don't need it. Hell, I'd have handed him the keys if he'd asked.

"Speak!" He spits.

"W-Why?" I don't know what else he wants from me. My eyes closing as he brings his hand up behind him, he backhands me across the face and the pain is too much. I can feel myself about to pass out, but I need to stay awake. I don't know what this guy is capable of and no, I can't be out of it while I'm alone with him. He makes my skin crawl just looking at him.

"Where is your wife?" He asks, his voice hoarse and his breath anything but fresh. Fuck me! Simply shrugging, if he thinks I'm going to tell him where Eliza is, he's more stupid than I originally thought. "I'll ask you again…"

"D-Don't bother." I groan, a smirk barely evident on my mouth. My lip is split, I can feel the throbbing. "She's gone."

"Gone where?" He asks, anger rising inside of him.

"Away from you." I clench my jaw. "You fucked up piece of shit!"

"Is that any way to speak to the guy who holds your life in his hands?" He smirks, his body moving closer to me. "Where is your fucking wife?"

"Fuck you!" Gripping me by the throat, my eyes close and I try to breathe through my nose.

"Listen, you fucking whore…I'm not here to play games!" His grip tightening, I focus on my wife. My wife and my gorgeous kids. "You don't comply, I'll fuck you and leave you for dead."

"Then you wouldn't get what you want…"

"Oh, I'll get it!" He laughs, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "I always do!" Ripping my blouse open, I have to show him that I'm not scared. Inside, I'm fucking terrified, but right now…I have to play his games. If I want to survive and see my kids again, I have to do something to keep him at bay. "You know…" Pulling a knife from his pocket, he flips it and presses the tip against the skin above my breast. "Maybe your wife would like these back." Pressing it a little harder, I remain calm and breathe through my nose. I'm in so much pain that I want to die, but I can't. I can't because Eliza needs me. My kids. My beautiful kids. God, I could cry just thinking about them. All of them. Xavi and that spark he has. Soraya and her fierce nature. My twins. My babies. Will I ever see them grow up? And then there is my unborn child. We're having another girl. A baby sister for Soraya. She was so excited when we told her but now that excitement seems like it was a million years ago. So far from all of this.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice breaking.

"The money!"

"H-How much?" I ask, praying inside that this could all just be over.

"FIFTY!" He narrows his eyes. "Cash."

"I'll get it." I breathe out. "I'll get you whatever you need."

"And that nice little whore wife of yours." Grabbing a handful of my breast, my body shudders. "You can keep the kids…we just want your wife. She seems fun."

"N-No…" I disagree. "You can have everything I own, but my wife stays with me. I'll give you everything I have."

"She fucked us over!" He spits. "And now we fuck her over. Or we fuck you…your choice." He grins.

"M-Me." I choke out, my stomach somersaulting at the thought of this guy any closer to me than he already is. "Do whatever you want to me but you leave my wife alone."

"You are hotter." He laughs as he stands back. "Why do you think I took you first?"

"Who are you?"

"You'll know who I am soon enough." He grips my throat and pulls me up to my feet. "Move!" Dragging me away from the chair I've been sitting in, he kicks me in my lower back and I almost drop to the floor. "On the fucking table!"

"Wait, what?" I stop dead in the middle of the dark cold warehouse. Please, no.

"I said on the fucking table!"

Oh god…


ELIZA'S POV

Fifty million…they want fifty million. I've spent the entire night awake and going through the client list for the business. Fifty million must mean something and I need to know what. I need to know why they want that specific amount. I've been calling Arizona's cell since the moment I knew something was wrong but I'm getting nothing. Well, I'm getting her voicemail now…which tells me her battery is dead. I have to believe that she is alive and okay. I have to believe that she isn't in any pain. If I don't stick to that, I won't make it through tomorrow. Or today since it's almost six in the morning. Barbara has taken our kids somewhere safe and right now, I miss them. I miss the noise around our home and the constant laughter my ears are usually blessed with. I just need her home. Barbara is working from her home and Arizona's brother, Tim, is on a flight from Dubai as I sit here right now. I've only met him on a handful of occasions, but I know how much he loves his sister. I know how much everyone loves my wife.

Barbara's plan when she left was to go home and discuss this all with Arizona's dad. Daniel, a staunch military man won't like this. I know he won't. That can only be a good thing, though. Knowing that he is angry means I have people on my side. It means my wife is cared about and well thought of. Daniel will probably disappear and conduct his own inquiries but so long as he brings her back home to me, I don't care how we have to go about this.

"Anything?" I glance up at Jo and she is staring intently at some paperwork in her hands. "Jo?"

"What's this?" She asks, her brow furrowed. "It's the only deal I can find worth $50 million."

"Let me see…" Taking it from her hands, I trail the page and realize its a deal I done on my wife's behalf. "Shvenka?"

"Mm, I don't recall that one." She shakes her head. "But I don't always handle them all…"

"N-No." I nod slowly. "I handled this one."

"So?"

"So, what if this has something to do with me?" I sigh. "I wouldn't go through with it…something felt off."

"What do you mean, it felt off?"

"Like, something didn't seem right." I trail through the paperwork. "They were Russian…Very abrupt and wanted the deal done immediately."

"What was it?"

"A hotel…" I state. "Arizona had fixed it up. Super high spec. Whenever they came to discuss anything, there were at least five of them around the table. Discussing in their language…very secretive and not wanting to answer any questions."

"So, you just pulled the deal?"

"Well, yeah." I nod. "I questioned their finances, you know…money laundering and what not. The main guy got pretty aggressive and ended the meeting."

"Okay, so something wasn't right." She scoffs. "We enquire about where everyone's finances have come from. If they couldn't show it was legit, that is their own problem."

"Exactly." Pulling my cell from the far end of the bed, I bring up Detective Sanchez' cell details and hit the call button.

"Sanchez."

"Hi, it's Eliza." We're on first name terms since I've been calling her every hour.

"Mrs. Robbins, we don't have any more information yet." She sighs. "Not since you last called me forty-five minutes ago."

"No, but I might," I say. "Does the name Shvenka mean anything to the police department?"

"Not that I can recall." She disagrees. "But I can look into it."

"I pulled a deal two years ago worth £50 million."

"O…kay." She waits for a little more.

"Something about it felt off and the guys we were dealing with didn't seem like the nicest guys in the world."

"Shvenka, you said?"

"Mmhmm…" I nod, chewing on my bottom lip.

"Sounds Russian." She replies. "Could be a part of the Russian Mafia but I wouldn't like to speculate."

"I don't care if you speculate or not!" I scoff. "I just want my wife home, Sanchez. If I have to personally hand over that money, I will. You and no police department in the world will fucking stop me."

"Calm down…"

"I will…when you bring my wife home to me."

"Let me look into the name, okay?"

"Thank you." I sigh. "If you need any of the information from the deal, let me know and I can bring it to the station."

"I think it's best if you stay at home…" She clears her throat. "And keep your children out of the house."

"W-What why?" I furrow my brow.

"Because if this is who I think we could be dealing with, you will have to leave your home, too." I appreciate her honesty, but it's not making me feel any better about this. "The Russian Mafia are becoming more prominent in New York City…Prostitution. Human Trafficking. You name it, they have a hand in it now."

"S-She's dead, isn't she?" Tears slip down my face as Jo shifts closer to me. "Sanchez?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Oh god." My eyes closing when the detective doesn't reassure me, I feel like my life is about to come crashing down around me.

"But…I believe your wife is likely to be alive right now, Eliza. She is no use to them dead…"

"I have to go." Ending the call, I bring up a message from Barbara and send her a reply.

I may know who it is. I need you to keep the kids safe, Barbara. The Russian Mafia has Arizona.

Kids are more than safe, don't worry. Daniel is on his way over now. Tim, too.

Thank you.

Placing my head in my hands, I try to breathe through this awful feeling that I have. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with any of the information I've discovered but I feel less hopeful than before the call to Detective Sanchez. A lot less hopeful. My cell suddenly buzzing beside me, my wife's name flashes on the screen and my heart twists in my chest. "H-Hello, A-Arizona?"

"Your poor little wife is kinda busy right now." A deep male voice filters through the phone. "She will be right with us once she has dressed back up."

"What the hell are you doing to her!"

"The question you should be asking is…what haven't I done to her." A laugh sending a shudder through my body, tears fall freely down my face and Jo wraps her arm around my shoulder. "Ah, here she comes…a little unsteady on her feet."

"What do you want?" I cry. "You want the money…I'll bring it to you right now."

"Now we both know that is a lie." He tuts. "I don't like liars, Eliza." He knows my name. Oh god. "How are the kids?"

"Fuck off!" Arizona yells. "Don't listen to him, Eliza."

"Did you ladies want five minutes alone before I resume my activities?" He asks, his voice feigning sincerity. "I need to clean up anyway." Hearing a scuffle in the distance, the sound of breathing changes and I know it's my wife.

"Arizona, baby…" My voice breaks. "Talk to me.."

"I love you." Her voice tired and broken, I cannot bear this for much longer. "I'm okay."

"You're not."

"I am." She coughs. "Just…a little sore."

"W-Where?" I ask, unsure if I even want the answer to my question.

"Just…everywhere." She groans. "H-He said he was leaving." She whispers. "Later today."

"O…kay."

"I don't think he has anyone else here with him." Does she mean she's going to make a run for it? As much as I want that, I'm not sure I like this idea. "He keeps charging my cell…it's active on and off when he decides."

"I need to call the detective. They can trace it."

"No, I just want to get out of here." Her voice breaks. "I'm in so much pain, Eliza."

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for…" I feel like she is smiling through the phone but I'm not sure.

"Shvenka," I whisper. "You remember him? I think he has something to do with this. I'm looking into it. I promise."

"Yeah, the Russian guy." The sound of a heavy metal door startling me, Arizona clears her throat. "I love you…but I have to go."

"Please don't hang up," I beg.

"Whatever happens, just remember that I love you, Eliza." She tries to calm her breathing but I know he's back in the room with her. I can feel it. "Be safe, okay?"

"Arizona, don't go." I cry.

"I love you, Eliza." The call disconnecting, sobs wrack my body and Jo holds me as best as she can. I'm not going to survive this, I know I'm not. How am I supposed to even try to sleep or eat or function at all when my wife is with some fucked up maniac? How am I supposed to do anything at all?

A sudden alert on the security system pulling us apart, I bring the monitor up on my cell and find a patrol car outside the gate and two black vans behind it. Heading out of the living room and towards the door, I pull it open and allow them access. "Ma'am…" A guy who looks to be in security approaches me. "I need you to head back inside and pack a bag."

"W-Why?"

"Because we have reason to believe that the Russian Mafia is behind the abduction of your wife and it's safer for you to not be here."

"Please, I need to be here." I have to be in case Arizona comes back. "I-I'll pay…for protection, I'll pay."

"Maybe we can take this inside and discuss it further?" He raises his eyebrow. "You should rest a while."

"I can't rest." I head inside and he follows behind me. "I need you to do something…anything."

"We're putting a tap on the phone. Your cell and any other lines in this home."

"One in the kitchen and one in our bedroom…" I sigh. "I'm not leaving…I can't."

"That isn't up to me, ma'am." He sets down the black briefcase on the dining table. "Detective Sanchez will be here in a few minutes to discuss everything with you."

"Well, she better move her ass because I just got a call from my wife."


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