Too many emotions were swirling inside of him, he couldn't label them, not yet. After going through the files he felt rage pool up in his veins, he couldn't explain why on earth he was upset?
Since when did he care about children being kidnapped?
This was not the first time a bunch of kids were kidnapped from the park but why the hell was he so affected by this?
Dylan got up from the chair as he paced back and forth in his study room, he wasn't comfortable in his own skin anymore. He wanted to go find those motherfuckers and teach them a lesson they'll never forget
Sure he had done a lot of horrible things in his life, he was not a good guy, but still he couldn't let this slide. He was beginning to understand why her trauma was triggered, he could only imagine how lonely and lost she must have felt being held hostage for months.
