22. Devon

Chapter twenty-two

Devon

“ T he fuck.” Finn mutters as we approach Presley Summers’ apartment building in the city, the red Corvette pulled half up on the sidewalk facing the wrong fucking way.

“Why do I get the feeling she was in a fucking hurry?” I snap.

“If she was trying to hide from you, surely she’d hide the car,” Finn says what I’m thinking as he eases the car to a stop in front of the Corvette, and I fucking ignore how banged up the front is knowing Conrad is going to lose his shit.

“Call Dom. Get him to check Jaxcen’s call records,” I snap, opening the door and slipping out. “I have a bad fucking feeling about this.”

I thought she’d run because I’d kidnapped her, but now I’m not so sure.

Finn does as I ask, his voice fading as I step up to the driver’s side door of the Corvette to find it unlocked. Taking a peek inside, I can see her phone isn’t in here, and neither are the keys, so I close the door and glance up at the tall apartment building.

Presley Summers lives on the fourteenth floor. Apartment 1408. Funnily enough, this is a Marx building, although no one would know it. It’s owned by a shell corporation which falls under my Uncle Ewan’s ownership.

“You know my brother is going to have your nuts for this.”

I grin at hearing my cousin, Liam’s, voice and turn to see him in a suit, taking a drag of a cigarette with one hand in his pocket .

“He can have them as soon as I find my girl.”

Liam’s brows hitch. “Your girl? When did that happen?”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Fuuuck, man. I never thought I’d see the day big bad Devon the devil would be all twisted up over a girl.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, and Liam laughs. “Why isn’t Connie here?”

Dropping his smoke to the path, Liam toes it out and blows the smoke up into the air above his head before responding. “The fucker is too drunk. I promised him I’d handle it.”

“I appreciate it.” I smirk, knowing Liam is saving my arse.

“You owe me, man.” He points at me as Finn approaches.

“Dom said a call was made from Jaxcen’s phone to the number registered to Presley Summers. He also said Jaxcen’s phone location is here, but Presley’s left a while ago and is travelling north towards the border.”

“I have a bad fucking feeling,” I mutter before turning back to my cousin. “You have the master key?”

“Yep. Got it here.” He holds it up and gestures to the front doors of the building. “Let’s check things out.”

Following my cousin, he opens the doors and takes us up to the fourteenth floor, leading us to the apartment that Jaxcen’s phone is located in. When Liam raises his hand to knock, I snatch the key off him and put it in the lock, not wanting to bother with pleasantries.

If Jaxcen is inside then no one is stepping in my way.

I throw the door open, and it bangs against the wall, my eyes darting up the narrow passage that opens into a living area.

“You back so soon, Eddie?” a male voice calls, and my spine fucking stiffens at hearing that fucking name.

Eddie.

It takes me six long strides to get to the mouth of the room, my gaze quickly taking in the space, only to find it occupied by one man .

“Who the hell are you?” he snaps, but I ignore him, pointing to the other passage off the room, and Finn darts past me, gun raised as he heads in that direction to check it out.

On the kitchen counter, is a phone, and I recognise the rose gold trim.

It’s Jaxcen’s.

And right next to the phone are the keys to the Corvette.

“Keys are on the bench,” I mutter over my shoulder, and Liam steps around me to scoop them up.

“What the hell are you doing?” the older man asks, and as I scan the space, I see a few pictures on the walls, one of which has Jaxcen in it, as well as this man.

“Mr Summers, I presume?” I ask, and he frowns.

“Who wants to know?”

“Where’s Jaxcen?” I ignore his questions and he frowns.

“How do you know Jaxcen?”

“I’m asking the fucking questions!” I yell, curling my lip and wanting to punch something.

“The fuck you are!” he yells back and I grit my teeth.

“The place is empty.” Finn’s voice comes from behind me as he approaches.

“Grab her phone from the bench.” I gesture my head in that direction, not taking my eyes off the man cornered in the living room.

“Hey! Leave that alone. That doesn’t belong to you,” Mr Summers snaps, and I smirk, tilting my head to the side to study the slightly overweight man.

“It doesn’t belong to you either.” I point out. “Where is Jaxcen?”

“Not here.” He glares at me, and my lips thin.

“We can do this one of two ways. Either you tell me freely where your daughter is, or I force it out of you.” I pace to the glass doors that lead out to a narrow balcony, and notice the smudge of a handprint on the glass.

It could be Presley’s. Or it could be Jaxcen’s.

I grit my teeth again, turning back to my girl’s father.

“You can’t just come in here and threaten me. ”

“Can’t I?” I shrug, glancing at my cousin.

“It looks like you already have.” He smirks, leaning against the bench, and I nod, dragging my gaze back to Jaxcen’s dad.

“Yep. Looks like I have. So what’s it going to be? The easy way? Or the hard way?”

“Don’t you know who I am?” he yells, but I fucking snap.

“DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” I roar, storming forward, my gun raised, and I stalk him as he shuffles backwards until his back hits the far wall. “You’ll fucking regret not answering my questions!”

Mr Summers’ face turns red in fear as I press the barrel of my gun to his temple, and Liam chuckles behind me.

“Don’t you know what happens if you don’t cooperate with a Marx?”

“A-a-a M-Marx?”

“Yes.” I seethe. “A fucking Marx. Wanna take a stab at which one I am?”

Trembling, Mr Summers shakes his head, but fuck that, I’m gonna introduce myself anyway.

“I’m the fucking devil.”

He baulks, the redness washing away from his face as he turns ghost white.

“Looks like he’s heard of you.” Finn snickers.

“W-why do you want m-my daughter?” Mr Summers stutters again, and I fucking grin.

“Because she gives the best head I’ve ever fucking had.”

Finn curses while Liam laughs and Jaxcen’s dad sputters in disbelief.

“Are you gonna make me ask again?”

“You! You’re the one who defiled her. You left those marks on her neck.”

I nod, fucking proudly, flashing him a cheesy smile. “Wanna know how many times she came around my cock while I sucked on her neck?”

“Stop it.” He squeezes his eyes shut like that will stop him from hearing .

“Did she show you the one on her inner thigh, right near her puss—”

A weak punch lands on my jaw, and I fucking roar laughing, before returning the fucking favour.

The crunch of his nose is loud, and blood sprays out, his wailing piercing as he falls to his knees in pain.

“Where the fuck is she?”

Shaking his head in refusal, I realise he’s not going to cave easily, so I turn back to Finn and hold out my hand. “My shears.”

“Ha-haaa. Now we’re talking.” Liam celebrates the fact there’s about to be a whole lot of blood in the room.

“No. No. Please.”

Again I ignore the man, taking the shears from Finn before we approach and Finn wrestles Jaxcen’s dad, forcing his hand out to me.

“All you have to do is tell me where Jaxcen is.” I remind him, and when he keeps saying no over and over, I pry his pinky from his balled fist and position my shears.

“Here we go.” Liam sing-songs behind me before I snap the shears shut, severing the finger as he wails louder.

“Come on, daddy dearest. Tell me where she is.” I prompt, but he still mutters no’s through his sobbing, so I pry his ring finger from his fist, and repeat the process, severing another finger.

“Where is she?!” I snarl, preparing the middle finger, and when he doesn’t answer, that fucking thing goes too.

When I move to his index finger, that’s when he caves, his sobs barely comprehensible, so I scoop up his severed fingers and let Finn release him.

“Xavier,” he mutters.

“The doctor?” I ask, staring into the terrified and pained eyes of Jaxcen’s father.

“Y-yes. He took h-her.”

“Why?” I ask, and when he doesn’t respond, I move to the kitchen counter and hover my hand over the garbage disposal sink. “You want your fingers back, you’d better fucking answer me.”

“S-she’s sick. Needs treatment.”

I scoff. “She’s not fucking sick. You are. That god preaching fiancé of hers is. Not Jaxcen. She’s fucking perfect.”

“She’s behaving like a w-whore.”

I grit my teeth, staring at the man that raised Jaxcen and was a part of the damage she carries.

“Well, she’s my fucking whore. And I want her back.” I snap, letting his fingers drop into the garbage disposal as he cries out, begging for his digits back.

I hit the button, and the loud grinding of his bones fills the room, as the grown man starts sobbing like a fucking baby.

“You don’t fuck with the devil,” Liam snickers, and I swear, if he had popcorn, he’d be lounging back and eating it as he watches this whole fucking scene.

I take a moment to rinse my hands off as Mr Summers wails about his fucking fingers, and then I glance at my cousin, hoping he’s feeling generous.

“I’m gonna need men. More than I have. You think your old man will give me Riggs and his team for a few hours?”

Liam beams, his teeth flashing as he nods. “Riggs always enjoys playing with the devil.”