Hidden Hearts

Chapter 13. Dead meat

Taking another swig straight from the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand North Taylor contemplated what his life had become in recent months.

First there was the disaster in Silas' family, then his uncle, whom he never knew existed, sent the Academy' Cavalry after him to drag him to America. Well... some would ask why such a big and mean guy like him didn't just refuse to go. To those people North would say "Fuck you. You obviously don't know this Mr. Blackbourne guy. He is a scary fucker."

At least he could bring his best friend along, who was in desperate need of a change of scenery.

North knew how much a change from one country to the other could do well to the heart and the mind. It allowed you to leave all baggage behind if you so choose. He had lived in several different places along with his father. Travel the world had been the only good point of his previous life, but it was what he wanted most for his future. The freedom to travel and see new places without responsibility, carrying only very little baggage.

He didn't need roots.

He didn't need family.

He didn't need love.

Love was for people worthier than him, and he was scum. Just like his father.

He took another swig from the bottle and stoop up. He needed to hide it in his jeep before going back to his old trailer so he could sleep his drunkenness off.

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Turning off his laptop, Owen Blackbourne took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. It had taken only one hour for him to read the whole thing as he had been in a hurry to know what had happened to Sang all those years.

He sincerely didn't know whether to feel horrified of what she had gone through or proud at how she had handled herself and the situation. The capacity she had to make him feel both at the same time had obviously not changed through the years. He wondered if she'd give him premature, grey hairs... very probable, and I will enjoy every moment if she is still the same kind of girl he once knew.

The anger he felt at those monsters was also present. He'd hated them when he first saw the news in the journals and had silently applauded however had managed to catch them. Now that he knew Sang was involved he wanted to hunt them down and kill every single one, slowly and very painfully.

He couldn't go after people who were already arrested however.

But he could go after her parents.

And he definitely would.

Putting his glasses back in place, Owen stood from his chair, running his fingers through his hair to fix the messy thing it had become while he read the files. Smoothing his suit and fixing his tie he felt a little more in control of himself.

Pulling out his phone he green lined his best friend.

The call was answered on the first ring, "Owen."

His friend's voice was grave, with threads of the same emotions Owen felt running through it.

"Sean." Owen own voice was emotionless, but he knew Sean would be able to somehow sense what he was feeling right now.

"I don't know what to do, Owen. Aside from killing that people, of course." He practically growled from the other side of the line. "There is so much that needs to be done. I don't know where to start. When are you coming back?" he asked plaintively.

"Today. I've managed to book a flight for a couple of hours from now." I told him, checking my wristwatch.

"Today?" he asked, sounding a little surprised. "What about the mission?"