Ares' POV

I feel Zay to the right of me as the others spread out along the edges of the room and the familiarity in the routine has a cocky smirk shaping my lips. The bastard that saw us come in nudges a few of his friends until the music gets turned off and the whole room is staring at us.

And much to my amusement, I notice how most of their eyes keep straying to Zay, no one unable to ignore the sex oozing from his pours, even I have fallen victim once or twice over the years for his feeding.

The extremely cocky man that spotted us, walks up to us with a forced swagger in his hips that makes me want to laugh in his face, but I refrain from doing so, knowing I need some answers to my question before I start swinging. As the man gets closer to us, I see him puff out his chest to appear taller than my six foot four and I try to hide my chuckle when I scratched my nose with my thumb, lowering my head if only a moment. I look back up just as he stops in front of me with a irritated scowl on his face that I give no fucks about.

"Who are you?" He asks gruffly and I roll my eyes, already over this conversation, needing to have the information and be on my way to my kitten.

"I'm looking for somebody that's here. Just hand him over and we'll be on our merry way." I tell him, not seeing the need to give him any personal information to use against me. He raises a brow before he snorts in disbelief, turning back to his friends.

"Can you believe him? Coming into our territory and making demands." He says as if it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard and his friends laugh along as do I, raising my bat to lean on my shoulder as I shake my head, looking at the floor. I could have this bastard drinking his meals from a straw.

"Ares." I hear behind me as Zay puts his hand on my shoulder in warning to calm down and I shrug it off as the man whips his head back around with a vicious grin.

"Ares?! Oh, I know why you're here." He says with a deep chuckle and my eye twitches with the need to bash his fucking head in.

"If you know then you can help me, before I have to use you as a fucking example." I tell him with narrowed eyes and clenched teeth and he has the audacity to laugh in my face, his rotten teeth making me want to gag.

"Example? You can't even keep your Lock safe but you think you can take me?"

The world goes silent as the sound fades from my ears, white hot anger flowing through me that this wannabe gangster just threw at me. Not even thinking twice about it, I let my heel come out to stomp of his foot closest to me before swinging my bat to connect with the bastards jaw. I hear a loud crack as well as the sound of his teeth dropping but I barely cast him a glance as the bitch falls to the ground, unconscious or dead I'm not sure.

And I don't give a fuck.

"Example A." I say gruffly and I see a lot of emotions pass over the crowds faces until a few of them settle on anger making me smirk. These clowns have no idea who they're fucking with. A few of them begin to walk towards us, their half drunken gait amusing to me and I ready my bat, just as I see the light bounce off Zay's brass knuckles as he comes to stand beside me.

As soon as one of the overweight goons is close enough to reach, I give a lazy smile as I let my body get in motion.

      The first person to reach me is a tall, stocky woman with a slight mustache who tries to give me a right hook to the jaw that I duck to avoid. When I come back up I let the butt of my bat get her to the side of the neck making her choke before I trip her back into the man behind her. Zay is quick to knock him out with a metal knuckle to his stomach and then his face and his large body falls with bruises already forming on his cheek.

     I bring my attention back to what looks like twins as they come at me with switch blades and I smile at the sight, letting my adrenaline propel my body forward as I bob and weave through these assholes that dare say anything about my precious kitten.

     I let my bat hook around the back of one of the twins neck, pulling them down until their nose crunches against my knee before I turn their body, letting them knock their brother down. Once both of them are on the floor and the man tries to get up, I kick his chest making him gasp out in pain.

     To the left of me, Zay is weaving through the weapons and hands of the assholes, his knuckles connecting with every soft slow body that comes after him. His long sexy body distracts many of them giving him an advantage he claims he doesn't have. With my attention elsewhere, a woman tries to catch em off guard with a crowbar to the shin but I lift my leg up and catch the metal under my foot before I swing my bat around and knock the bitch out.

     I hear sounds of pain and surprise coming from the other end of the room and I smile as I headbutt the person in front of me, knowing that the rest of my groups is taking after if the rest of the group from behind.

      In less than five minutes since it started, almost every one of those goons are on the ground bleeding, groaning, unconscious or even dead.

     We step over their bodies, though my feet connect with a few of them making them cry out, as we make our way towards the person that Zay told us to let go. I swear I tried to listen but the asshole got in my way and ended up with a knee that bends in the wrong direction. I watch with disdain as he whimpers and a snot bubble comes out his nose.

      "This is him? You couldn't do better?" I ask Zay who comes up behind me, wiping his bloody knuckles on his shirt.

      "I was looking for a quick fuck. Give me a break." He says tiredly and I do, dropping the subject before I crouch down in front of the man, as my friends gather around us, their various weapons gleaming darkly in blood.

     "You know something." I tell the man, pointing at him with my head tilted and he continues to whimper as he looks at me. "Tell me what you know about the man that's been kidnapped."

      "I don't know nothing, I swear!" He says but his left eye twitches giving him away. I lift my hand in Mace's direction and grin when I feel the cold metal of a knife touch my palm. I set my bat down at my feet and twirl the coldness in my hands.

"Listen, man. It's been a long week. I'm just trying to find my Kitten and tell him everything is alright. And right now, you're the only thing standing in between that." I tell him lowly, looking down at the bloodied bat on the floor before reaching his eyes. "So let me ask you again. What do you know?"

      "I wish I could tell you but.." Before he can finish I slam the knife down into his leg, avoiding the artery and cringe against his cry that sounds like ten year old girl.

     "See there are no buts. You'll tell me. Either now, or half dead." I tell him and his body is shaking uncontrollably as he sobs. I watch him, my face the look of disinterest as I do , unfazed by the tears streaming down his face. When he stays silent I heave a deep sight before I twist the knife in his leg making me scream in pure pain.

      "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you what I know." He says and my adrenaline shoots up once more at the words I've been waiting to hear all week. "The kid that's telling everyone is a Vampire. About five eight, white hair, real small. Name is something like Ken or Dean or something."

     Ben. That fucking bastard.

     I tear the knife out of the man and stand up, grabbing my bat as I ignore his sobs. I pass the knife back to Mace as the groups watches me. I don't say a word as I walk out, happy if only a little that I finally have a name.

.......

    It's been a week since I got Ben's name and I can't find him. Nysa doesn't know where he lives and Cherry says he's been awol for weeks now. I leave my phone at the house now, getting tired of the way it constantly rings. I don't sleep anymore, too focused on bringing my kitten home. I pray everyday and night that he knows how much I love him and that I'm coming for him. But the chances of us finding each other again are getting smaller and smaller by the day.

.......

      It's been three weeks since he's been gone and theirs no sign of him or Ben still. Apparently his sister is missing as well. There's some connections to be made but I'm living off of anger and loss and can't seem to make the puzzle fit together.

.......

It's been five weeks.

Haven't found either of them.

Can't sleep.

Don't eat.

I swung at Zay when he found me.

I'm falling apart.

........

Week seven.

I'm lost.

I've been walking the same paths for days.

I don't know where I'm going.

I have to find him.

.......

Week eight since I lost him.

I don't know who I am anymore.

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Whew this shit is deep. I love it though. We finally got to see Zack kick some ass. Oh my goodness that's my baby. I wanted to cry with this one. Especially with the ending. Not as long as usual but still a chapter I'm proud of.

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