The call was cut off three minutes ago, but three minutes is an awful long time. It’s a long time to not know what is happening to the woman you love. I should have seen something like this happening, Christian would have found out his attack didn’t kill me, and desperate men resort to desperate measures, including attacking completely innocent and defenseless women.
But just because I understood it didn’t mean I wasn’t about to rip him to shreds.
I don’t even need confirmation that it is him, Iknowit is.
“Sir!” A nurse yells as I storm through the halls of the hospital, “Mr. Levine!”
I keep going, stopping only when I hit the elevators to slam my hand on the button to go down.
“Mr. Levine!” The nurse skids to a stop, “You can’t leave! You’ve not been discharged!”
“I have to go,” I tell her, hitting the button impatiently as I watch the glowing red numbers above the doors, waiting for it to hit my floor. This shit is taking too long.
“Fuck this,” I growl and head for the stair well. My chest is on fire, every breath I take feels as if I’m breathing in molten hot air but none of that matters when it’s my Willow in danger, it’s the woman I love, the mother of my child. The nurse chases after me as I take the stairs down, trying to claw air in my lungs. The stitches in my side pull and my breath catches but the only thing on my mind is getting to her.
I dial Malakai on the way down and he answers on the third ring.
“Willow is in danger,” I snap out.
“On my way,” He answers immediately but he won’t be quick enough. I’m closer but I just hope I’m not too fucking late to save her.
I rush out of the hospital and hail down a cab, thankful that the guys brought me clothes earlier in the day so I’m not wearing one of those fucking hospital gowns.
“Where to?” The driver asks.
I rush out the address, “Step on it,” I demand.
The roads are quiet since the city is still sleeping and we make it to the apartment building in ten minutes. I throw cash onto the seat and jump out, looking left and right down the sidewalk in case I can spot her, but I don’t, everything is quiet, empty.
“Willow!” I yell her name and start down the sidewalk in the direction I assumed she went since she was trying to get to a busier part of the city, but I halt when I see the smashed phone laying in the middle of the pavement.
I pick it up, knowing instinctively it’s Willow’s. The screen is smashed, and the cell is dead. If she’s gotten away, she’d have this. My heart starts to thump wildly inside my chest, the roaring of my blood the only sound I hear inside my ears.
Instinct takes me back toward the apartment building and then below to the parking garage that’s bathed in such darkness, I can’t see my own hand in front of my face.
The lights do flicker on the further I get into the garage, but I see no one and I know, Ifucking know, she isn’t here, that he has her.
Fear, anger and panic rage a war inside of me but I can’t let it take me down, I have to find her before Christian does something in his revenge to get back at me.
Fuck, this is all my fault. I did this. I knew this would happen and yet I put her and our baby in harm’s way.
“FUCK!” I roar, “Fuck!”
A car suddenly comes steaming down the ramp into the parking lot and before I can even see who it is, Malakai, Killian and Dean get out.
“Where is she?” Malakai demands.
My hands shove through my hair, pulling at the strands, “She’s gone, he’s taken her.”
“Dean?” Malakai turns to him. He’s the tech genius of the four of us and has tracked the unfindable, if anyone can find her, it’s him.
“She doesn’t have her phone,” There’s an edge of desperation in my tone but mostly I’m pleading, I’ll get on my damn knees and beg him if I have to, to find her.
“I’ve got a tracker on Christian, tapped it after he attacked you down here, I just needed it in range,” Dean explains to me, “We sure it’s him?”
“Who else?” Killian grumbles, “We should have ended him when we had the chance.”
I grunt my agreement.
