Fear Us

“WHAT DO YOU see?”


We made the three-hour trip in half the time and had been staking out the house for the last thirty minutes. The house was average in style and size and wasn’t a place anyone would expect an abducted child to be held making it the perfect spot.

“Nothing. This is the place,” Keiran stated, echoing my inner thoughts.

“What are we going to do about the Feds?” Q asked from the backseat.

“Once we confirm Kennedy is here, we’ll report it, but not a minute before. I want the motherfuckers who took my little girl to suffer.”

“How do you want to do this?” Keiran asked.

“Hot and fast. There’s no way of telling where Kennedy is in that house. I don’t want to give them a chance to have the advantage. We make quick work of it. Sheldon said there were two men who took her. There could be more, but we leave one alive for questioning before we kill him. John, do you remember how you got in before?”

According to John, the locks were designed to keep anyone who didn’t have a key from getting in or out.

“I’ve got it covered, son.”

“Good. Once you get us in, Keiran and I will take the lead. You and Quentin will pull up the rear. There are four rooms plus the common areas. Kennedy is likely being held in one of the rooms.”

There was a fifty percent chance we’d fail and lose everything including our lives, but I owed it the child I created to try. It was more than my parents had ever given me.

“John,” I called back for my father’s attention.

“Yes, son?”

“I want you to know that if my daughter is in there, I will kill you myself.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Keiran turn his attention from the house and on me. I boldly met his gaze, daring him to protest, but when he simply nodded, I relaxed.

John wisely chose not to respond. Father or not, he had screwed with my daughter’s life to protect a man that didn’t deserve to live. I could care less what his intentions were.

We approached the house quickly, taking care to stay hidden in the shadows. I listened for voices, and when I heard the low but unmistakable sound of voices, I was ready to burst through the door. The reminder from my conscience that it could very well be a family having dinner was the only thing to keep me from ruining the entire mission.

John made quick work of the door, and in no time, we were through. The entryway was dark but empty, and as we moved deeper inside, I could hear deep voices drifting down from upstairs. We followed the sound to a door on a top floor.

“Do you think she’ll do it, Vick?”

Vick? I wondered how good of a chance it could be that this Vick was the same investigator the Chambers hired to find Kennedy.

“If the bitch knows what’s good for the little brat, she will. She’s only got a couple hours.”

“How are we supposed to know if she killed him?”

“We wait until we get the call.”

“But how will he know?”

“It’s not our problem. Once we get the call—”

His head was blown off before he could finish speaking. As soon as his body dropped, I trained my gun on the freckle-faced guy with carrot-colored hair. He didn’t appear old enough to even be out of high school.

“If you don’t stop screaming, you’ll join your buddy.”

He frantically looked around the room for an ally before he settled on Q as his best bet. “Don’t look at me, bitch.”

“Take anything you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Do you know what I’m here for?”

“N—no.” He shook his head hard for emphasis.

“Do you know who this is?” I asked pointing to Keiran. He blinked a few times, focusing his gaze on my brother and shook his head again.

“This is Keiran Masters.” Recognition had shone in his eyes before terror took over.

“If you’re Keiran,” stammered, “then who are you?” he asked.

“I’m the father of the little girl you took.” And that’s when the begging began. I had to hit him with the gun a few times to get him to shut up long enough. “I’m trying to have a polite conversation with you, but you keep interrupting me.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” His sniffling was starting to bug me, so I decided against torturing him.

“I’m only going to ask this once so pay attention. Where is my daughter?”

“She’s in the guest room down the hall on the right.”

Wow. That was easy.

I hoped the surprise I felt didn’t show on my face, but judging by the terror still evident in his eyes, I knew I still looked like a man bent on killing.

“Please, just let me go. I didn’t even want to do it.” He screamed hysterically.

“But you did, my friend.” I was surprised by the calm in my own voice even though every nerve, vein, and blood vessel inside me raged.

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