Desire Ch. 47 - No pain...No gain...

[itztigress3]

Chapter 47- No pain…No gain…
POV: Adam
Word Count: 1647
Author’s note: For koolies20 as she keeps asking me for Adam Chapters :P Here ya go!

*January 21, 2010; 3 am*

Son of a bitch! I managed to get over the fence at the rear of the property and get into the rental, but I was bleeding pretty heavily and I couldn’t go to a hospital. Her fucking brother had screwed up all of my plans, I was going to have some fun, let her scream and listen to him try in vain to stop me, teach them all a lesson! Yet, the bastard had gotten out of the fucking room; I’d cemented that door closed myself! He had to have busted through it somehow. I knew I should have handcuffed him to the bed somehow.

Worse! The fucker had a gun and because of him she had been shot. I was positive that she had been hit at least once; there was so much blood on her right side. Yet, she’d screamed more than once. If that son of a bitch caused me to hurt her, I will hunt him down and kill him myself. Emily could not die. She could not be harmed by anyfucking one but me! She needed her health to have healthy babies for me.

I finally cranked the car up and left, I could hear distant sirens, so at least the bastard had called them. I pressed my right hand to my left side, try to control the bleeding and quickly went to Zane’s house. He would be awake for sure and he was, waiting on me.

“I heard over the monitors. Oh my god man you’re bleeding.”

“The fucker shot me.”

“Get in here quick.”

He called his roommate and within moments he had the bleeding stopped, I didn’t know the roommates name and we liked things that way.

“It’s a graze, but because of the close range it got you good. I’m sure a hospital is out of the question, keep a check on it and you don’t need to be a superhero for a bit.”

He sewed the area up and bandaged and then left the room. Zane looked at me confused and unsure.

“So, I didn’t see everything. Her phone was lying in the kitchen, but I got good shots of her face when she tried to use it.”

He showed them to me and the look on her face was terrifying and I loved it. It was obvious, little Emily was terrified of guns. She had frozen when I pointed it at her and I fully expected her jackass brother to stand down when I did, but no he couldn’t do that, the fucker nearly caused me to kill her.

We monitored them for a bit and I saw the moment Zac got the news, falling and crying like a baby. It would be great to cause that every fucking day, because I meant exactly what I said. That bastard will get a picture of her every single day for the rest of his life. I’ll show him pictures of our children; show him how much she’ll suffer because of her choices.

“Did you know the brother was there?”

“No, how come you didn’t tell me?”

“I figured Paul would, after all you tasked him to watch her personally. I’m just a hacker dude; I don’t go out of the house.”

“I’ll handle him soon. Can you keep it running? I am positive that Zac will come home now, besides she’ll be at the hospital and if he does like last fucking time he’ll never fucking leave.”

“I will. Is there anything specific you wish for me to report?”

“New faces or if anything odd happens.” He nodded.

I left the house and returned to the hotel room I was sharing with Paul. He was waiting for me.

“Where is Emily?”

“Her fucking brother was at the house, did you not know?”

“No. I followed her to his house, they went shopping, but she went toward his house so I went to theirs. She came home alone, he wasn’t in the car. She left once Monday, she was alone. She went to mail their invitations.”

“Did you ever get off your fucking ass and walk to the window to check?”

“You told me not too.”

“He’s been there all fucking week and thanks to him she’s been shot twice and I’ve been shot too.”

Paul truly was getting on my last nerve; it was obvious that he couldn’t do a damn thing right. Zane had given me much more information that Paul ever had plus he’d covered our tracks very well when it came to sending messages to them. It wasn’t even sunup and I had to deal with this incompetent jackass.

“What did you want me to do Adam? You said stay away from the house so I did. You told me not to go back inside, so I didn’t.”

“I expect you to do your fucking task properly!” I yelled.

“I did!” He snapped.

The sheer shock on his face when I backed him against the wall was enough really.

“You better listen fucking good. She will not marry that bastard in March and to do that I need to get my hands on her before then. You will make sure I can. I am going to lie down and rest now. She’ll be at a hospital somewhere. I want the name, address, directions, room number, and the doctor’s name when I wake up. Is that fucking clear?”

“Yes.” He squeaked.

“Good.” I let him go and went to the attached room where after cleaning up a bit, I laid down.


*January 23, 2010 5 pm*

Zane had called me panicked an hour before and as I sit in front of the bank of monitors in his working room I could understand why.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I told you that Zac turned their phones over to her friend Craig, right?”

“Yes.”

“I was watching earlier and saw this.”

He pulled up a picture of a man sitting at their desk in the music room, Craig was sitting beside him.

“What are they doing?”

“They were searching their computer; they did their phones and laptops before this. He left you a message too.”

“Play it.”

He moved some screens and Craig’s smug face filled the screen.

“Hello Adam! I am sure that you are watching somewhere. We’re cutting you off, literally. We found your program and it’s all being removed as we speak. When we’re done I am installing a lot of shit that will prevent you from ever doing this again. You need to forget about Emily, you’ve nearly killed her once now. Leave her alone.  To the person helping you technology wise, I am sure you know what the black hole of death is, if you try this shit again or try to get in; your whole network will fry. Don’t believe me? Think I’m bluffing? Try me.”

The video ended and Zane looked at me.

“So far I have lost their phones, laptops, and their main PC. I can’t gain access to those without sending the program again and if there good enough to find it, I’m sure there not bluffing about the black hole of death.”

“What about the studio?”

“Currently that still works, I can get there easily but a lot of the computers have been shut down and I am betting when they finish at the house they will move on to the studio. If they have read the program then it’s very possible they know how it moves.”

“Family members?”

“I tried Taylor’s phone and Isaac’s and got nothing, so it’s possible they’ve already checked theirs. I can try the other members if you like.”

“Aaron’s?”

“His still works, but he’s not using it much. I’m only seeing the surface it’s lying on and every now and then I see a glimpse of your lady. She is alive; she looks to be relatively ok.”

“Can you get into the medical records?”

“No. CompTech securities have them and their networks are impenetrable and even when I do manage to get in as soon as I search for her name it goes blank.”

“CompTech Securities?” I asked.

“It’s where her friend Craig works and I recognize the other man as a co-worker of his.”

I stood there a moment and slammed my fist against the wall.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

They had cut me off from the inside, but I could still watch her.

“I need to know where they’re going for their honeymoon, I am sure they’ll be making the plans soon. Flag their names and when they come up tell me. Also, search every event center in Tulsa and find their wedding. It’s in March sometime; I believe it’s after the 15^th. Her father never got an invitation. When you find it, give me all the details, every single thing you can find. I’ll stop that wedding.”

“Alright.”

I turned and left, drove around Tulsa for several hours. I had already purchased brown contacts to hide my blue eyes, dyed my black hair to a perfect beach blonde, which I hated. I’d changed cars twice just to be certain. Aaron and Zac both were camped out at the hospital and Christopher, Craig, some guy named Casey, and a host of others were in and out all day. Her doctor? Dating her fucking brother, which means hospital staff, was on alert. I would have to wait until she came home, until she was alone and vulnerable. I wouldn’t allow them to get married, that was not going to happen. The only time she’ll change her fucking name would be for me. Change her name she would, no more Emily. No more Isabella. She needed a whole new name so when I did start sending the bastard her pictures, he wouldn’t be able to find her.

Once she was mine, I wouldn’t be letting her go.