Stuart's heart dropped to his stomach, worry and panic mixed with confusion adorning his features. He couldn't speak for the next few minutes as he let Chris's words sink into his head. Even though he left his work and rushed down here, he was late, and some people who he had no knowledge of had taken his boyfriend to heaven knows where. "Who took him?" He asked in a tight voice, his fists clenched by his sides. He was not just worried anymore. He was really angry.
Chris, looking at his clenched fists and angry face, snickered coldly, "What? Are you going to fight them?" His voice was laced with mockery as he spoke, watching the gears of Stuart's anger turning in his eyes, and he smiled. "His family took him, so I suggest you stay out of their business till he comes back. Moreover, you can't do anything to find him, unless you have a tracker on him, of course."
