No!

Xander

Another day to just stare at my meal like it was a dish of hot poop, beautifully presented in front of me.

“Mary, come clear out the table,” I instructed.

It had been two weeks— two fucking weeks since I last saw her. I called her phone, called her friend, tracked her phone, checked her parents’— she was nowhere to be found.

“May I, sir?” Mary asked, trying to get me to move my hands out of the way so she could do her job.

I took one look at her and veins appeared on my temples as I clenched my teeth in my closed mouth.

I pushed everything off the table, growling deeply as I thought about the possibility of her being kidnapped or worse— dead.

I watched Mary burst out of the room to bring something to clear out the broken pieces of ceramic dinnerware and I stood up immediately, walking up the stairs.

I acted like I didn't care. I shouldn't after all. She only made it easy to get rid of her but I still couldn't breathe properly. I needed to be sure she was alright.

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