I have told her many times how trafficking works.
My irrational obsession with her eats me from the inside out every day. I need to stay in control and keep the unwanted thoughts buried where they belong. I know I am going to completely lose my shit if something happens to her. Just a few hours ago, I called my brothers to tell them the good news about our relationship, and now she's missing.
My hands shook as I dialed my brother Zach. He picked up on the third ring.
" Hey, Atlas, what's up?"
Feeling helpless, I tightened my fists and gritted my teeth.
I swallowed down the panic and cleared my throat.
"Zach, check the cameras at Kit's house. They are all offline. I am getting a sick feeling in my stomach. Something seems off."
"Sure. Give me a couple of minutes. I will call you back."
Taking a deep breath, I sighed. I wanted answers now, especially when it came to my pet. I feel like I am going out of my mind.
My tone was gruff and demanding.
"Alright, but hurry the fuck up. I will check the history to see if anything has been saved. Don't screw around. Call me right back."
My brother huffed in my ear.
"Of course, I am going to call you back right away. Relax, will ya? You're so fucking tense, Atlas."
I clenched my teeth, feeling the anger rise from my insides. I know something is wrong, and I want an immediate answer, not a snarky response from this asshole. Nobody has belted him in the mouth since his teens. Maybe I need to knock him down a few pegs.
I growled into the phone.
"I am not fucking tense. There is something wrong, and I am worried about Kit, so just do as I fucking asked without psychoanalyzing my goddamn mood."
He huffed again, pissing me off even more.
"If you stop trying to pick a fight with me, maybe I can get my job done, and then you can lose the attitude. I will call you right back."
Before I could answer, the bastard hung up. I definitely would have knocked him out if he were in front of me. For Kit, I would destroy the world; no one is safe, not even him. I brought up the app to check on the tracker. Doing a double-take, I shook my head to make sure I wasn't seeing things. My eyes focused on the screen.
What the fuck!?
The last location was recorded inTexas????
There isn't a current GPS signal, so either someone removed the tracker from her neck or something is blocking it.
I cracked my knuckles and continued looking at the cameras' history. The live feed is still offline, but the earlier footage shows her and Becca packing shit and going in and out with boxes. I can see Tuna wandering around, leaving little clumps of fur trailing behind him. The two of them laughed and joked as they loaded the SUV.
Nothing unusual there.
I move the cursor to the end of the feed. My vision blurs for a minute, and I take a deep breath, controlling my anger.
The time was 12:15.
Two masked intruders entered the kitchen door and plunged needles into the girls' arms, then dragged them from the house.
Both were about six feet tall.
I'm positive they're men.
I switched to the outside surveillance. My heart thumped wildly as they threw the unconscious girls over their shoulders. One kidnapper headed toward a dark SUV parked near the woods behind her house. The other decided to disable the camera after bringing them to the vehicle, and then everything went offline.
