The Love From Vengeance

214: BURN IT DOWN

ARIEL’S POV

I couldn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, after all the pain and suffering my daughter had been through, Harriet still wouldn’t tell me where she was. I drove aimlessly, my mind racing with thoughts and worries. Where could my Janice be? Was she safe? Was she hurt?

I glanced over at Harriet, still unconscious in the passenger seat. Her face was bruised and bloody, but I felt no remorse. She deserved everything she got and more for what she had done to my daughter

and me.

As I continued to drive, my anger slowly turned into sadness. I thought about all the time that had passed and all the moments I had missed with my Janice because of this cold–blooded Harriet. I thought about the memories we could have made and the laughter we could have shared. I could feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.

I needed to focus on finding my daughter. I needed to be strong for her.

I reached over and grabbed Harriet’s phone from her pocket, hoping to find some clues about Janice’s whereabouts. But as I scrolled through her messages, I found nothing. There were no texts or calls to Mason or indications of where she could have taken my little baby.

I felt a surge of frustration and anger wash over me. How could she have been so heartless? How could she have decided to carry out such action in the first place? Harriet was one crazy woman, and I had to praise Luke for dating her for eight good years. He was a psychopath, too; it was a mutual relationship.

I threw Harriet’s phone out the window, the shattered pieces flying in all directions. I didn’t need it anymore. I needed to focus on finding Janice and wouldn’t let anything or anyone stand in my way.

I continued to drive, my mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. I had no idea where to start looking, but I knew I couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t give up until I found that sweet angel and brought her back home. Playtime was over; it was finally time to be serious. I pray God protects my little angel wherever she may be.

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel as I pulled up in front of Mason’s apartment building. It was already dark, and I could feel my heart racing at the thought of what I was about to do. I had been Janice and had a gut feeling that she was somewhere in Mason’s house.

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I took a deep breath and looked over at Johnny, the guy I had hired to help me track down Mason’s apartment. He was known for being able to find people’s houses in no time, and I was counting on him to help me break into Mason’s place.

“Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked, looking around.

“Positive. I’ve been tracking him for

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apartment.

deep breath and turned off the car’s engine. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

car and made our

find the front door unlocked, but we still had to be careful not to draw any attention to ourselves. We quietly made our way up the stairs and to Mason’s apartment on the fifth

of lockpicks and quickly picked the lock. I held my breath as the door clicked open, and we

flashlight and started searching the apartment for any sign of Janice. Johnny followed close behind, checking every

started to feel a sense of dread wash over me. There was no

fist against the wall. “Where is

comforting hand on my shoulder. “Hey, we’ll find her. We

waiting for someone else to find my daughter. I was going to take matters into my

eyes. “Ariel, what are you going to do?”

going to burn this place

eyes widened in shock. “Are you crazy? You can’t just set someone’s

kitchen to find something to start the fire with. I grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and started pouring it all over the apartment, making

cover every room.

stop!” Johnny shouted, trying to grab me.

onto the oil–soaked floor. The flames quickly spread, and I watched as the apartment

and pulled him out of the apartment. We made our way back down the stairs and

wash over me. I may not have found Janice, but I had done some terrible shit to Mason. Now, he would obviously know who was responsible for this. If only I had the fool’s number, I

at me with a mix of shock and admiration. “I can’t

him, and my voice shook with emotion. “For Janice.”

as the firefighters arrived and extinguished the fire. I was really

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was, and I was definitely going to find her. I wouldn’t