“I want her found, now!” I yell, throwing a glass at the wall, the impact shattering it into pieces.
“What the hell happened?” Jason asks, his own voice rising.
“She pissed me off so I blew up” I reply, cracking my knuckles.
“The hell that was it,” Jason argues.
“She wanted revenge, using us and I said no!”
I’d rather die than tell them everything that happened. Like how her touch was so soft and soothing, or how she shivered underneath my fingertips.
I clear my throat, “just bring her back before she gets herself killed. I want everyone out there. Benny stays here but everyone else is going out to look.”
They stand there for a moment.

 “Now!” I shout.
They scramble for their weapons, hawling ass to the door to get away from me.
“You don’t snap often. What actually happened?” Benny asks, looking younger than ever in his oversize green t-shirt. Only eighteen and by far the youngest, I sometimes forget how much he’s been through, barely put into the system after his mother overdosed before the Lion’s grabbed him. “You don’t want Jason to know?”
“It’s not important. We fought and she got the upper hand. And it will never happen again” I reply.
“She’s the only one I’ve known to get under your skin like this. Even Brandon.”
“Do not say his name!” I smack the doorframe near the entrance.
“Sorry.”
I let out a deep sigh, trying to regain my composure. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll cool off while I’m out looking. She just rattles me. I can’t tell what's sincere and what's deceptive.”
“Can’t you say the same for you as well?” Benny comments, planting himself on the couch. “I mean, you're using her to get back at the Lion’s. She’s probably thinking the same thing about you. Whether if, on the odd occasion, you’re being nice or deceptive. I mean I’d struggle to trust my kidnapper, especially if they weren’t some stereotypical evil villain. At least you know where you stand with them. But a kidnapper that provides food and shelter? That’s kind and hospitable? Those are the ones you tend to worry about most.”
I think it over, annoyed that Benny might have a point. “I only kidnapped her from the Lion’s after they tried to kidnap her.”
“Semantics” Benny waves his hand, “all I’m saying is, try to see it from both sides. She clearly panicked, which means something rattled her just as much as it rattled you.”
I don’t like the way Benny is looking at me, as if he already knows what happened in that room.
Maybe she wasn’t just after information? Did I genuinely hurt her feelings when I shoved her away? Did she really care? It doesn’t make sense, it’s not like we ever got along. 

“I’m going” I say, heading towards the front door. I already grabbed another gun and chucked it in my waistband for the outing.
“Be safe.”
“Aren’t I always” I reply, slamming the door behind me.