Chapter 4:
"Where is she?" Dylan Walker roars, his fist pounding the desk top.
His hand fists his sandy hair, his usually serene blue eyes blazing with anger and betrayal. His girl, the one he'd been with for nine years had left him. Not only had she left without a trace but she'd taken their son. Two days she'd been gone, two whole days and they still had no idea where she'd disappeared to. Of course they had assumed kidnapping but after various violent confrontations that led him to lose a couple of men and the fact that no one had openly admitted to taking Max and Rix like they would have if it had been anything like they thought they had to settle on the only other option. She ran.
Zack Walker pushes off from the wall, his arms still crossed over his chest as he took in his younger brother pacing the length of the room. "It will be taken care of." He says coolly trying to calm his brother down.
Unfortunately it only seems to inflame the situation.
"No!" Dylan hisses, spinning round to glare murderously at Zack. "You will not hurt her!"
Sighing and biting back a comment Zack tries to reason, "We've searched everywhere and she's nowhere to be found. We both know that if this was revenge from an unhappy customer it would be plastered all over the news or they'd have made it known some way. That hasn't been the case and I'm afraid we have to assume the worst."
"No. She wouldn't. This is Max, Zack! She would never do it!" Sophie gasps, her eyes wide with denial.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, he knew it was a bad idea to let her sit in on this. "This is serious. If she'd done what I think she's done then she's about to cause irreparable damage. Max is a smart girl, she'd have gathered information – information that will be the end of us. Not just you, Dylan, but every single member and associate of this family. Is it worth it? The very slim possibility that she's not involved or the large chance that she's finally done what you said she'd never do? Face it Dylan. It's over. She's chosen her path."
In reply a low growl resonates from Dylan's chest as he aims a punch at the nearest wall, not even caring as he watches blood pour down his knuckles. He can't believe it. A sick feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. He remembers the first time he met her. She was only nineteen at the time and only just starting college.
She didn't stick out from the crowd at first, not with so many people crammed into a tiny living room with music pulsing through the air. It was only after he'd scanned the room a few times to find someone who could entertain him for a while that he spotted her, gorgeous as ever in figure-hugging jeans and combat boots. Only, their confrontation did not go as planned. No, in fact the way she handled it was the only reason he'd pestered her for three weeks after that party until she agreed to go out with him.
When he sidled up next to where she leaned against the far wall, hands tapping away at a cheap red plastic cup as she chatted animatedly to another woman, she didn't so much as glance his way. Her friend, on the other hand, spread a sexy smile across her face at the sight of him which urged Max to turn around and set those beautiful, fierce chocolate eyes on him.
When he'd locked eyes with hers and leaned in to whisper one of the lines he knew would have her under his spell she'd put a hand on his chest and shoved him so hard he'd tumbled back into the crowd to land in an unpleasant sticky mix of alcohol puddled on the floor. He scrambled to his feet and tried to wipe the disbelief from his face when he spotted her smirking at him. She said a few words to the other woman who gaped at him in disbelief before pushing through the mass of writhing bodies to him.
His temper flared as she approached. He wouldn't let this little girl make a fool out of him, damn it! Then she was before him, eyes sparking with mischief and pride as she leaned in to him with the same 'come hither' expression he knew had painted his face when he'd done the same to her gracing those dainty features of hers.
With her face a hairsbreadth away from his he fully expected her to kiss him and boy, was he looking forward to it. But once there, she stopped and, still gazing into his eyes said very simply, "Whatever you think I'm going to do next, count on the opposite Blue Eyes." And just like that she melted into the crowd leaving him in shock. She had him - hook, line and sinker - from that moment.
It's this memory that makes his hands shake with barely controlled fury as he lifts ice-cold eyes to his brother. "I want that little bitch dead."
How did you like the little peek into the Walker side of things? i enjoyed writing this bit, i felt like cackling when i finished it. haha, yes that is possibly not normal. i would love to hear your thoughts! i know it's a bit short but any future Walker parts will probably be around the same length otherwise they lose effectiveness ;-)
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