Chapter 9

Demetri's POV

Felix with a computer was like poetry in motion. While I preferred the old fashioned hunt, with hardly any information, he could find anyone, anywhere. With just the name of Garrett, he was able to scrounge up all kinds of shit on the most likely candidate of being the one I was after. There was no doubt in my mind that by now it had gotten back to Cullen that I had Alexis and there was zero chance that he was going to be able to get her back and use her as leverage like I was pretty sure was his plan. Now, with nothing over my head, there would be no stopping me from getting my hands on him.

And this Garrett was going to lead me right to him.

Oh, I knew I could beat his whereabouts out of his father if the mood struck, but then there was the risk of also having the added issue of dealing with Emmett and I didn't want to if I didn't have to. For the fact that Carlisle was the 'head' of the family that supposedly ran this city, the dude was a pansy. He always tried reason when violence was so much easier and a hell of a lot faster. You would sooner sell your soul when someone slaps you in the face than you would if someone tried to talk you out of it.

Something the man never got through his thick skull.

That's normally where I would come into play for him if he wanted to keep his son's hands clean. This time, however, there would be blood dripping from his fucking fingers by the time I got done with him.

I glanced at Newton as he sat next to me looking out the window of the car. His chin was in his palm and I could tell by the eyes in his reflection that he was still back at the hospital with Alexis. I still wasn't sure how much I liked this relationship between them, but I was also well aware of the fact that if I tried to stop it, Alexis would just continue to see him behind my back as she had been. The plus side of this, now that I knew, I could keep an eye on it and would, possibly, have a valid reason to kill him later.

But... until then. "Hey, what's going on in that head of yours because right now, trust me, you want it on the task ahead."

He looked out the window for a moment longer before he turned to look at me, shaking his head. "I can't get the image of her out of my head. It's all I see. The fear in her eyes when we found her. The pain in them when I left. The fucking bruises. I can't stop seeing them."

I pressed my lips together and cocked my head to the side. "You're new at this, aren't you?"

Mike sighed and dropped heavily back against his seat, rolling his head so he was still looking at me. "I've only done something like this once and it didn't turn out as planned."

I snorted. I didn't doubt that in the slightest. All I could say at that point was, "it gets easier."

He looked confused. "What does?"

I clicked my tongue and shifted in my seat. "Seeing those you care about hurt." When his brows shot to his hairline, I chuckled. "I bet you think I am a cold blooded sociopath that has no remorse and feels nothing, don't you?" When he said nothing, I chuckled. "I assure you, I'm not. My friends are my family, believe it or not, and I take every injury they get personally. But, it gets easier to see. Eventually, you'll be able to think through the rage and pain. Trust me when I say I have never been this irate before, but, I know how to deal with anger and still be able to function. You have to set aside the emotions or you're going to make a mistake."

He nodded at me but stayed silent for a moment before licking his lips. "Is it really that easy to set aside you sister could have died?"

A corner of my lips turned up into a sardonic half-smile. "No. What's easy is not giving a fuck about the consequences of killing the one responsible for that."

*X*

Pulling up the front of the building, I let out a deep breath and looked over at Mike. "Remember this is for her."

Mike nodded and grabbed the handle. "Only for her."

I snorted at the dramatics, but opened my door and got out not saying anything about it. This was going end in with someone dead and I have a little more experience in that field than Newton. However, I would make sure he made it back to my sister. This was for her anyways and if her boy didn't show back up at the hospital with me... well I didn't want to think about that.

I walked to the front of the car, putting my sunglasses on as I stared at the building in front of me as Mike came to stand at my side. We stood in silence for a moment before we started towards the door. There was no covertness, no hiding. There was revenge and there was atonement. I sent up a silent prayer to the heavens that it wasn't my time yet and, with a glance at Mike, I pulled my gun from the harness under my jacket and, cocking the chamber loaded, I kicked the fucking door in.