He abruptly stopped, recalling the warning over the phone, aware that revealing too much would lead to dire consequences.
Even though men involved in shady deals like him had heard plenty of menacing words, it was only when the man over the phone spoke that he felt a real shiver down his spine.
For the first time, he was genuinely scared.
But Matteo had heard enough and pressed on, âYou took her blood? Why take her blood?â
Mitchelâs grip relaxed as he looked up at Raegan, his face turning solemn.
âDid he take your blood?â
Regaining her composure, Raegan nodded and showed him her finger.
âYeah, he did.
â The small prick on her finger was almost invisible now.
A chill went through Mitchel.
âTake a seat here for a bit.
â Mitchel carefully placed his expensive jacket on the ground for Raegan to sit on before turning back with a serious look on his face.
âWhereâs the blood?â Mitchel demanded.
The man shook under Mitchelâs intense gaze, realizing he was facing someone just as daunting.
âI donât knowâ¦â
Before he could finish, a threatening look crossed Mitchelâs face.
Mitchelâs fancy shoe pressed down hard on the sleazy manâs mouth, turning his words into muffled cries.
With eyes as dark as the night, Mitchel glared at the man, shifting his weight slightly to deliver a warning.
âThink hard before you talk.
â
Overcome with fear, the man nearly peed himself.
Facing Mitchelâs menacing presence, he knew his miserable end was coming, whether he spoke up or not.
The person behind all this was much more terrifying than Mitchel could ever be.
âMy partner took the blood.
Heâs out in the car waiting!â the man blurted out, subdued by the palpable terror.
Mitchel gestured at Matteo, who wasted no time in sending someone to check things out.
Matteo took control and firmly grabbed the man, pressing him for answers.
âWhoâs your contact, and why did you need the blood?â
The man was genuinely clueless.
He had never met his contact, only connecting via phone.
He had no idea about the cause behind taking Raeganâs blood.
After watching the man for a short while, Mitchel decided he didnât know anything important.
He ordered expressionlessly, âKeep him here until we turn him over to the police.
â
Then, Mitchel gently picked up Raegan, cradling her carefully as if she was something precious, careful not to shake her.
The cut on Mitchelâs arm opened up under the strain, bleeding openly, drops of blood hitting the floor.
It wasnât until they were seated in the car that Raegan noticed his injury, expressing shock, âYour handâ¦â
âItâs nothing serious,â Mitchel reassured her, his eyes filled with urgency, urging the driver to hurry.
Then, out of nowhere, there was a yell.
âStop right there!â
The man had somehow produced a spray, blinding Matteo before attempting to flee.