His Queen

Chapter Sixteen

"Sebastian...Sebastian! Calm down!" Jaxon warned, his voice growing with worry.

Normally, the speed didn't bother him but Jaxon only held onto the passenger handle tighter as Sebastian recklessly drove down the freeway back home at upwards of 100 mph.

Sebastian stayed quiet, clenching his jaw. He was worried and anxious but didn't show nothing but silence.

"Slow down man! She would rather you come back in one piece than in the back of an ambul—" Jaxon reminded him before being cut off.

"I don't even know if she's safe Jaxon, shut it and let me drive." Sebastian gritted through his teeth as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

In what was a 30 minute drive to the cliff, Sebastian had nearly made it back in less than 15.

Immediately after parking past the two gates, he reached for the gun in his holster before turning to Jaxon, "Call for back-up."

The first thing Sebastian noticed was that the guards were out of their usual positions and he was quickly brought back to attention as one of his men yelled out, "Sir, there's men in the house. We've secured the perimeter and sent men inside."

He didn't even need to hear the rest before sprinting off through the door that was already open.

It was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

He loaded the gun and pointed it before making his way up the first flight of stairs.

The sound of a cupboard caused him to fire his first shot with complete accuracy, hitting a man right in the knee. Quickly, he ducked immediately as the shock of the bullet sent the man he had hit to release a couple bullets.

Sebastian took a deep breath as he realized the man was too busy clutching his wounded knee to be able to reload in time to fire again. With that, he made a run for it up another flight of stairs past the bar and into the third story of the house.

"Quick! He's upstairs! Just shoot!" The man from downstairs yelled.

Sebastian turned in time to knock the man behind him with his elbow before finishing with the blunt hit using the butt of his gun.

"Don't bloody the carpet." Sebastian grunted, remembering Arielle's strict rules about death and the illegal work that she hated in the house.

Whether she was injured or not, he knew that if she had found out that someone died in the house, he would be the next to go.

Before he could finish his thought, bullets rained down from the stairway leading up to his office. Sebastian fired based off of instinct as the glass doors of Arielle's art room came crashing down.

He shrugged as he heard two men drop to the floor before hearing a voice chuckle.

"Would you look at that?" The man taunted, "She must've painted the man we had tail her. Such a shame the smart bitch found the camera, I was hoping to see a little more of what was under her clothes before tracking the device." 

The thought of Arielle exposed to the eyes of those men caused Sebastian's blood to boil, "I don't know who you're talking about."

His blatant lie caught the masked man off guard and bought just enough time for Sebastian to reload his gun and ruthlessly shoot the man.

In his eyes, there was no doubt that the man deserved and had what was coming to him. Arielle was a vulnerable topic and those who chose to talk about her with the wrong intent never lived long enough to tell the tale, loosing their life at the hands of Sebastian or one of his men.