Casey’s POV
He is hurt, I can see him bleeding in the arm and thighs, but I refused to show any sympathy to him when Tyler is lying dead in the car trunk and my kids are nowhere to be found. I ignored his pain, I didn’t even look his way. I just leaned on the door, letting my tears flow freely down my cheeks. He is ignoring me as well, but every often, I catch feel his eyes on me and I had to force myself to pretend to be furious at him.
I know he tried to get Austin, and I know it’s not his fault that I found myself in that situation, but part of me blames him for leaving. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I just can’t help it. If he hadn’t left us vulnerable, if he had been here with us, protecting us like he always did. I’m sure all this would never have happened. He should have known better than to leave everyone in the hands of Riley.
I could hear him speaking to someone on the phone, urging them to turn the city upside down until they are found. I’m guessing my kids were not found in those safe Houses. Austin must have had them moved out of there a long time ago. If only they had let me handle this myself, I could have saved my kids. I have lost so much already, I can’t lose my kids too, I don’t think I can go on living, I don’t know what I would do if anything happens to my kids.
Austin was going to punish me for cheating with Tyler. After shooting Tyler, he beat me up mercilessly, telling me that I’m so stupid if I think he was going to let me die so easily.
“Death would be too merciful for you, Casey. You dare to defy my orders!
You will pay for it, I will fucking make you pay, and I’ll teach you not to mess with me. You fucking whore!
You will never have a man like me, you can never replace me in your life!
You fucking belong to me, I own your body, I even own your fucking soul!”
He kept on hitting me continuously, stopping me from mourning Tyler. But I refused to let go, I wanted him to kill me as well, I just couldn’t continue living like this anymore. It’s way better if he fucking kills me, I can’t do this anymore. I would not have stopped I would have kept on fighting him until he decides to kill me as well. But he play a video on his tablet and I saw my kids crying and begging to be set free. That was all it took to get me docile again. I watched as my kids were held down and a lady stood in front of them, dressed like a dominant, holding a long whip and also threatening to whip them to death if they don’t behave properly and understand. She made it seem like she was instructing them, but I knew she was indirectly speaking to me.
“let them go…
Take me Austin, but please let them. I’ll never try to cheat on you with anyone else, I’ll never try to run away, I’ll fucking do anything. Just let them go!” I pleaded weakly, but that only earned me a resounding slap. He yelled at me once more, telling me that I have no right to tell him what to do because he is the boss.
“I want to watch a funeral service, dear wife. I need you to bury your lover in the garden out back. You would do it alone, my love and I will sit back and watch you say farewell to your lover.” He instructed me firmly, taunting me with his words.
“Hurry!
I need it done in thirty minutes, else I’ll have those bratty kids of yours whipped until they pass out!” he threatened me harshly. My source of joy and comfort has been taken away from me, but I couldn’t let my innocent kids to pay the price for my rebellion. It’s bad enough that I gave them the worst father ever. I can’t let him kill them as well, that would be so heartless and wicked of me.
I obeyed his orders, and with tears in my eyes, I started dragging Tyler out of my room, taking him to the garden at the back of the house. I can only imagine how many corpses have been buried at that location. I left a trail of blood in my wake as I dragged him on the tiled floor to the sitting room. Austin and his whore walked behind me, he never hides the fact that he loves screwing his bitches. They kissed and flirted with each other as they walked closely behind me.
I managed to drag Riley’s corpse to the living room before we got the message that Drake Osborne was at the gate. I saw the panic in his eyes when the guards reported that Drake was waiting outside, I even smiled in relief as I realized that my Savior just arrived. He noticed the smile on my face and he slapped me hard across the face, kicking me in the stomach and kicking Riley’s corpse as well.
“You must think that you are so smart, don’t you?
Well, if you must know, you just signed your death warrant, as well as your brats!” he spat out in disgust as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Put those silly kids in different vans and keep them out of sight. Don’t listen to any instructions that didn’t come from me. In a few minutes, I’ll tell you where to take them.” He ordered them firmly while smirking evilly at me.
“Get rid of your brother, or the kids get it?” He ordered me sternly. I know he would prefer for me to fail, and that is why I tried so hard to get Drake to leave without telling him anything. Austin was watching through the security cameras, and I tried so hard to act natural. I tried to make him leave. But Drake wouldn’t just leave. He sensed that something was wrong and he refused to leave without finding out what is wrong with me.
And now, Austin has escaped from the house and my kids are nowhere to be found. I could hear him talking to his PA on the phone, telling him to search for them everywhere in the city. Telling him to search all of Austin’s known hideouts. I know they were chasing clouds, Austin has taken my kids out of those safe houses, he had them moved into vans, and I’m sure they must be on their way out of the city. That is why I didn’t say a word about it, there is no use crying over spilled milk. I made sure I packed my stuff and Tyler’s stuff as well, that way I would continue to communicate with Tyler’s guys and I would be able to continue using them to search for my kids.
“Block every airport, I need a roadblock on every boundary. Austin foster must not leave the city. Search his warehouses properly, search those Safe houses for hidden doors. Remember the ship, remember the way Austin had hidden compartments in that ship that he uses to smuggle his goods. Search for hidden doors and hidden compartments. That bastard is so sneaky, we can’t let him get away this time.
I need the guys to create roadblocks and search every car, I need them found as soon as possi…”
“It is not a car you should be searching for, it’s a bus,” I muttered softly, cutting his sentence short.
“What?” he asked back, sounding surprised as I spoke to him. He thinks hate him, and for now, I want it to remains that way. Let him go on torturing himself by thinking that I hate him. That is his punishment for not being there for us when we needed him.