Chapter Seven

Richard and his men were currently surrounding Tracy's house. It was a few minutes past ten o'clock that evening and it looked like Tracy and Christie were still awake. A few lights were still turned on.

He gingerly walks up to the front door and knocks, his hands wrapping tightly on the gun. After a few seconds, the door swings open and Tracy frowns at them, completely oblivious to the danger.

"Can I help you?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. He pulls out his gun and points it at her chest. "Move out of the way and sit down," he says, his eyes void of emotions. Tracy's eyes widen in fear as she stares between the gun and the man in front of her.

"Hey, what's going on there? Who's that?" Christie asks, jogging down the stairs, dressed in just a pink robe. When she sees Richard, her eyes widen too, fear clouding her thoughts. He flashes a sick smile before walking in, three of his armed men coming in with him.

"Sit down," he orders and Tracy does as he says, scurrying over to a chair. "Now Christie, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to but first of all," he leans closer to her face , his eyes piercing into hers, "Where is Abby." She pushes back away from him, "I don't know where she is." He chuckles, a sick smile still plastered on his face. "I said where's Abby. Don't let me ask that question again or else you're gonna regret," he warns, sitting down on a sofa and crossing his feet up on the coffee table.

"I really don't know where she is, she left a few days ago," she replies, heat sipping through her bathrobe. He scowls at her response, "Well where is she?" he asks slowly, studying her body language. "I don't know, she just said she was leaving and that was it." He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. With just a snap of his fingers, two of his men bolt up the stairs and into rooms, searching for something neither women knew about.

Minutes later, they return and one of them has their hands clasped around Johnny's neck. He let's out a strangled choke, his hands shooting out in front of him for his mother. Christie immediately dashes for the man but he points the gun at Johnny's head and for a second, Christie could have sworn that everything stopped.

Her eyes widen yet again in horror. "You're joking right? You're gonna kill an innocent boy because of my work? " she spits angrily at the man, angry tears rolling down the side of her face. Suddenly, her palm connects with the side of his face and there's a defeaning silence.

Richard pushes himself off the chair, a smug look on his face. He places his gun down on the coffee table and begins to clap slowly. "Wow, you know you're the first person to ever slap any of my bodyguards. You've got some guts lady," he chuckles, a grin on his face.

"Before we get back to that, get me the files and I'll leave, " he offers and Christie frowns, "Seriously?" He nods . After a few seconds of silence, she sighs and heads up the stairs before returning moments later with a brown envelope.

He takes it and opens it, his eyes scanning through it before smirking. "Well that I have what I want, it's time for the next like of action," he glances at his men, "search the house."

"Wait! What're you doing?! You said you were going to drop the case if I gave you the files!" she yells and Richard lets out a humourless laugh, "Look at me, do I look like the kind of person to keep promises?" A tear streams down Christie's face and she slaps Richard, hard.

Another defeaning silence rings through the house as everyone watches in shock and expectancy. This had to be the first time in fifteen years that Richard had been slapped and the fact that this woman didn't fear him, it angered him.

He swings in her direction, punching her in the mouth and she falls over. Tracy lunges for him, jumping on his back and attempts to tackle him to the ground but it's to no avail.

Johnny rushes up to his mothers side, trying to pull her up to her feet but Christie is too heavy for him. "Enough!" Richard yells, aiming the gun at both mother and son. "If you won't tell me where Abby, then you can kiss your pathetic lives goodbye!" he spits and the gun goes off, the sound of a body hitting the hard ground echoes in Christie's ears as she holds Johnny close to her chest, tears flowing down her cheeks.

She was gone....

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