Love Me One More Time (Nick and Alaia) novel Chapter 99

Nick

I walked to the door with the image of my son in my head, a strong pressure in my chest, and an immense desire to destroy Killian. I clenched my jaw and moved my head to release the tension that didn’t disappear this time. Seeing my wife devastated and my little girl without her other half had broken my soul.

My body craved blood. I hoped there would be forgiveness in heaven for murdering scum like Killian.

I was passing through the doorway and taking out my phone to call Will, while the captain followed on my heels, trying to make me give up on going after my son. No, I’d had enough of having to watch him being taken away from me this afternoon. I wouldn’t allow myself any more mistakes.

I heard the roar of several cars and looked up to find three eight–passenger SUVS parked beside the entrance.

I moved my hand to my weapon, and my companions did the same.

Darius got out of the passenger seat of one of them with his hands up, and my body lowered its guard. Behind him, several men exited, wearing black military pants and tight black t–shirts.

“Dad, who are these men?” Patrick walked towards him.

“We need to find my grandson tonight. These men belong to the best search and rescue team in this city,” he exclaimed as they walked to where I was.

“Alejandro Gracia, ex–military from the United States Army,” a man behind Darius introduced himself.

Patrick and I shook his hand.

“We’ve done some tracking on our own. We have some leads,” Alejandro commented.

“I have one too,” I affirmed and walked to my car, not wanting to waste any more time.

“Mr. Garnett, what you’re doing is illegal,” the police captain stopped me, and I looked at the sky impatiently. “These men can’t take action on their own. They haven’t been assigned by any of our institutions.”

“I couldn’t care less if they are or not. These men are acting with the speed that your agents lack. If I have to go to prison for this, I’ll be willing to do it when I return with my son. Let’s go,” I said to the group of men who were ready to accompany us.

“Go. I’ll take care of things here. More like them will arrive to support the police,” Darius patted my back, and I got into my SUV with Gavin and Patrick.

We set off, and the SUVS followed us. At the entrance, I found Will getting out of his car and running to get into mine.

“Do you have it?” I questioned.

“Yes, it was in the family property files. The house is still in our grandmother’s name,” he affirmed, and I nodded.

I remember that when we were children, they used to take us to a house on the outskirts of the city. It was two or three times. It was a place that my grandmother cherished, although it was in the middle of nowhere. There was practically a river nearby where my grandmother spent a lot of time.

“It’s a perfect place to disappear if you ever want to,” Killian had told Will and me. We were just kids; we didn’t even understand what he meant. Those words had stayed in my mind, not knowing that today they would be useful to me. Today, that thought has been haunting me since everything started. He must have taken them there. I had all his movements from the last few months investigated. He hadn’t acquired properties or anything that could give us a clue, just that house.

I drove, keeping the images of Noah, Alana, and Alaia in my head, and stepped on the accelerator as I remembered the swollen eyes of the woman I loved.

Before arriving, I diverted the path and looked for a secluded place to park the cars.

William put on a vest and took a gun. We got out, and Alejandro came to us.

“We’ll scout the area. There are tracks on the road, indicating there have been movements in these days. It will take us a couple of minutes,” he began to give signals, and the men started to move stealthily.

I ran my hand through my hair impatiently in the few seconds that passed.

Patrick patted my back, and I looked at him. His eyes were in the direction of where the house was.

“The men and vans they took them in are parked outside the house, behind the walls,” Alejandro affirmed when they returned, “and there’s a small private jet, not very large, on a runway near it.”

“Son of a bitch.”

Paula

Three vans identical to this one joined us on both sides of the road. I only saw them making gestures and signals. I hugged Noah, providing him with the security I didn’t feel. I kissed his head and saw that he had fallen asleep. It was time for his nap.

The journey must have taken more than two hours until we arrived at a solitary area where there was a large white wall that extended for several meters. In the middle, there was an entrance with metal gates. The vans entered, and we stopped in front of a classic–style white house.

The men began to move until the leader of the kidnappers held the vehicle door.

“Welcome,” he said with an ironic tone, showing me the entrance of the house with one hand. I refused to get out.

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