Chapter 91: Pieces
Bianca
"We’re yet to find him. We’ve used all our..." but the guard was still speaking when I stood up from my seat, the chair scraping harshly against the marble floor as I ran my hands through the entirety of the table.
Shattering all the fragile and glass bottles and statues on it right against the wall, the crash echoing through the office. Instead of feeling a bit better I only felt much more angry, my chest heaving slightly as I stepped out from behind the table, shards crunching faintly beneath my heels as I stared at the guard.
"You are telling me that you can’t find my son?" I asked enunciating each of her words, my voice low but cutting, as the head guard lowered his head and the one behind him lowered his head even more, both too afraid to meet my eyes.
My assistant though stood behind my seat waiting without saying a word, hands clasped behind his back. Aware of his master’s temperament enough to know better than to interrupt.
"Have you checked every single part of the city? Your families are still breathing right? Maybe you need more motivation!" I snapped and you could see the anxiety and fear in her gaze as she spoke, her lips trembling slightly before she forced herself to remain still.
Her son had been missing for three days and it was all she could do not to think he was dead.
It would have been better if they had some sort of clue but they didn’t. No matter what she did or who she contacted it was simply a dead end.
Worse she had heard that Vito had been brutally attacked enough to land him in the hospital with a missing arm.
My entire body shaking in anger as I wondered if I had made a mistake not siding with whosoever this king was.
"Continue searching! Don’t come back unless you have news!" I ordered, my eyes blazing with enough anger that it was clear that my patience was simply hanging by a thread, my fingers curling tightly into my palms.
"Yes Mistress!" They bowed before turning around to leave, almost stumbling over themselves in their haste. But they had only headed out the door when Harry began to speak.
"Threatening their families wasn’t a good move," he said but one look from me was enough to understand that I didn’t give a shit, my expression cold and unmoved.
I needed my son found and if my useless subordinates couldn’t do it then weren’t they better off dead?
"What about you? Have you found anything?" I asked feeling the onset of a migraine as I pressed my fingers briefly against my temple, trying to recall when was the last time I ate.
I had put my pride down to speak to Carmen but clearly she had no intention of helping, to her it was probably enough that she didn’t try and find my son before I did to use him against me.
"...I’ve working twice as hard with the authorities. We found a few leads were chasing down but it’s hard. The city is a big place and all we can ensure is that he hasn’t been moved overseas!" He said and was about to say more when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Enter!" I barked in anger when all I wanted to do was snap that they better have a good reason for coming to me, my patience already frayed.
Watching the guard enter with a wrapped delivery box in his hand, the red ribbon stark against the black surface.
"This was delivered by the door," the guard said but my entire body was already shaking as I stared at the ribbon and box, a cold dread settling deep in my stomach.
The fear of what I would find had me leaning back to grab the table to keep me from falling over, my grip tightening against the wood as I watched Harry walk up to the guard as he spoke.
"You held the delivery driver right?" Harry said his voice soft but there was an icyness that showed that if the answer was no then he himself would end the guard without hesitation.
"Of...of course. According to your orders we stripped him naked checked his entire body and tied him up," he responded even as Harry slowly collected the package, his movements careful.
"It’s not a bomb?" He asked and the guard instantly bowed his head as he responded.
"It’s not a bomb! We checked!" The guard responded even as Harry nodded, gesturing for him to leave.
The door had barely slammed behind us when I turned around, my arms wrapped around my chest as I stared out at the floor length windows behind my seat, trying to steady my breathing.
It was afternoon and the sun was shining through but I was unable to see any sort of beauty in it as I stared at the skies, my reflection faintly visible in the glass.
Nico would never forgive me for what I did and Kade was the only son I had left.
Sure I could have more but is 18 years a joke?
The sound of rustling paper echoed behind me enough to tell me that Harry was unwrapping the box, slow and deliberate. My heart pounding in my chest as I heard him let out a small gasp.
Enough to make my teeth grind against each other trying to find some semblance of calm as I felt the heat of the sun against my skin, unmoving.
"Eyes, fingers, toes?" I asked, my voice tight.
The box was small! Too small to contain his head or at least I hoped it wasn’t pieces of his head.
Harry didn’t keep me waiting as he took one breathe before immediately responding with a sigh.
"It’s a finger!" he said not giving me any other details as I heard him slowly rewrap the package, the faint sound of paper folding filling the silence.
A moment of silence filled the room as I raised my head and stared unflinching at the sun outside the five stores of my estate mansion, my expression hardening.
"It might not be him! It might just be a threat or a..." but I was still speaking when I heard Harry’s deep and low voice ground me to reality.
"Bianca. Don’t do that!" He said as I took a deep breath in before turning around my eyes a bit blurry than it should be as I gave Harry more instructions.
"Send a message to Carmen and Nico! If I do not find my son before he dies! I’ll release the information that the 50% of the Northern Territory is in the wind!" I began only to shake my head, my thoughts shifting.
"No! Tell them that I’ll offer to give half to whosoever this king is. It’s better to have my son back with one missing finger than in pieces,"
