Julian

L ittle fucking Mu?eca ran away from me after Catalina witnessed the way her face flushed the moment I turned on the plug. I knew she'd been turned on all day, I could see it in the way she shifted as she watched Lina and Enzo saying their vows. I know she walked out of there the moment she had a chance to take care of herself the way she needs. I may need to punish her for even thinking about it.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," I call out when I make it back to her hotel room. The only place she could possibly run to is here. Creeping up the bedroom, the place we fucked most of the night. The first time I wanted to go slow, ease her into fucking her like a savage after I had her come on my knife, but she couldn't meet my eye, she refused to have the intimacy with me, and normally I wouldn't want that, but fuck did it hurt when she couldn't do it.

The bedroom is empty, and her things are gone. The plug is the only thing that's left behind with a note that says, No more . What the fuck does that mean?

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I shake my head at the ridiculous thought of her even remotely leaving me. I like the chase, Sierra. I grab the plug and drop the key card in its place as I walk over to my room. Opening up my computer, I watch as her little blue locator has her on the way to her dive bar, perfect. Pulling up my phone, I call Ry. I didn't see him at the ceremony which was a bit of a shock since he was supposed to be standing up there with us. Enzo said Ry had something come up but didn't clarify what that could have been.

"," he greets, his voice sounds different, almost worried and it just unsettles me even more.

"What happened to you today," I question, but I'm met with silence. I look at the phone making sure the asshole didn't hang up with me like he normally does.

"Just issues with this hacker." He sighs, and I remember he had been having issues with someone for a while. "Do you know who it is? Do they need to be taken care of?" I ask.

"No idea, they are as good as I am. I hate to admit that they may be better and it's putting me in a shitty mood to have to think that way," he says, continuing this movement on his computer.

"Let me know if you need anything, man. You're not in this alone." My eyes go back towards my own computer to watch Sierra arrive at the bar she calls home. I let out a long sigh, forgetting for a moment that I'm on the phone.

"You know you can't force her, right?"

"Can you set me up with some tattoo equipment? It's been a while since I've tattooed myself and I'm craving a new one," I say, changing the subject the best I can. I did most of my tattoos or at least the ones I could actually do on my arms, the rest were done by a trusted friend. I'm going to need some new equipment for what I have planned.

"Yeah. I'll handle it. Fuck. I've got to go; this asshole is fucking with me," he growls and hangs up the line. Packing my things from the hotel suite, I get ready to march my ass down to her dive bar.

Opening my door, I'm met with Rafa standing outside my door. His brown eyes are similar to my own as he glares at me as though he's about to hound me for questions I'm not sure I have the answer to.

"Can I help you?" My eyebrows raise in amusement and curiosity as to why my brother is waiting outside my hotel room.

He reaches into his coat pocket of his suit and takes a flask out; he extends his arm silently, offering me a shot of whatever he has stashed away in his pocket. I shake my head, not wanting anything to cloud my senses when I find my little Mu?eca and remind her that she's mine.

"I'm taking the party over to the Temple. Come join, Alice has been asking where you've been." He shrugs, bringing the flask to his mouth and taking a few shots before closing the top again. Just the thought of Alice or some stupid bitch that I would have normally enjoyed fucking churns my stomach. Now that I've had a taste of true delicacy, there is no fucking way I would go back.

"I'm good. I actually have somewhere to be. So, if we're done here." I pull my duffle bag over my shoulder as I begin to walk away.

"Oye," I turn around to face him, "maybe you should lay off the booze or get some help. You can't keep going this way forever." He looks me straight in the eyes as he removes his flask once more and drinks the rest of the contents before throwing the flask at my feet. I'm not sure when he's going to understand that this is going to hurt him in the end.

He walks down the hall in the opposite direction while I watch him walk away. Finally making my way back to the elevator, I push the button and wait for it to bring me one step closer to the girl who haunts me.

"Riot" by Three Days Grace blasts on my speaker as I make my way to the dive bar. My fingers tap along with the beat on the wheel while I think of every way I want to fuck my little doll, my Mu?eca.

The bar looks lifeless minus the one dim light coming from the bar area. I make my way to the door to find it unlocked which is unlike her. The scream of someone who isn't Sierra catches my attention as soon as I closed the door.

The bartender that I know as Mika stands by the bar, her hands on her chest like she was trying to catch her breath. She's still dressed in the gold gown she wore at the wedding, seeing that the afterparty is still going on I'm surprised to see her here.

"Dios mio. You scared me," Mika says in her thick Spanish accent as she finally drops her hand from her chest. She fidgets with her curled hair bringing it to one side and reaches for her purse off the bar. Pulling the bag to her shoulder, she starts walking towards me with a curious look.

"Que haces aqui?" I question her, not really in the mood for bullshit.

"Sierra asked me to meet her here. She said she was going away for a while and needed to go over some things with me before she left." She watches my reaction a little too closely, I force myself to remain neutral while my whole body boils in anger.

"Do you know where she's going?"

Mika shakes her head. "She didn't say. She just said she had to go."

"Thank you. I'll let you close up," I mumble. Walking out the doors, I make my way back to my car. The anger inside me is making me crave blood, her blood especially while I fuck her senseless for having the audacity of running from me. I knew this would be difficult and as much as I love the challenge, it angers me that she could believe that she's not wanted. She'll learn.

Turning on Betty, I allow her to soothe me as I take deep breaths to calm the beast waiting to break free and fuck shit up. Pulling up the tracking app, I look at every inch of the map on my screen and curse when her blue dot doesn't appear. The app was placed on her phone which means her phone was shut off.

"Fuck," I groan. I quickly dial Ry's phone and connect it to the speaker once I make it to the stop light. I'm going home to change and get back on the road to search for this good damn witch.

"Where is she?" I question him without getting to any pleasantries that I don't actually care about having.

"Who?" His confusion is evident with the way he paused doing whatever it was he was doing. Carajo.

"Sierra. She fucking left." This is going to fuck with him especially since she reminds him of his sister. I hear glass shattering over the speaker.

"What the fuck do you mean?" His voice breaks as if he's trying to control whatever emotion he has. Do I need a best friend? I know he sees her as her sister but fuck I can't deny the jealousy the courses through my body with the way he reacts.

"Remind me to add a tracker on her fucking body when I find her. Keep me updated on anything that has to do with the Slasher ." She's going to fuck up at some point, it's only a matter of time before I find her. I'll make sure she's reminded every fucking day of her life that she's mine the next time I catch her.