“Sandra?” Mrs. Trivers questions with confusion, and the bitch only grins wider, elation etched all over her features, and my gut tightens.
“She shouldn’t have tried to take my man, then the person who contacted me last week, demanding to know which class Lyra was in and how to access the school, wouldn’t have gotten access to her daughter.” She gloats like an unhinged woman.
She…surely she didn’t…
“Holly has barely met your husband!” Mrs. Trivers snaps, “Please tell me you did not help with a kidnapping?!”
“Not my husband,” she snaps, “Dirty, my Dirty, who I have wanted since college, but he never looked my way, and I had to settle!”
“What….” Mrs. Trivers chokes, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
She, no, she didn’t… she, please…
Sandra’s grin widens, and I know she’s not lying. She helped someone kidnap my daughter, my seven-year-old girl all over a man that never even looked twice at her.
“You assisted in a kidnapping?” I choke, and the woman’s face reddens as a scowl takes place.
“You shouldn’t have kept my man from me! He was mine!” she snaps.
No, no, no, no!
Her grin returns and she gloats, “She screamed for you, as I dragged her to the back of the school. she screamed for her mama and daddy. How pathetic is that, huh? I had to tell her all about how you stole someone that was mine, how this was your punishment.”
I’m going to kill her.
“Mrs. Trivers,” I choke.
“I didn’t see anything,” the woman growls and I storm over to Sandra, who cackles, “What? You going to hit me?”
I pull my fist back and punch her hard in the face. She screams as her body falls to the floor and my breathing intensifies. Fear for my daughter hits me hard before…
Oh no.
I turn frantically and ask, “Where is Caleb?” and Mrs. Trivers’ eyes widen.
Please tell me both my kids aren't missing.
I run over to the side door with Mrs. Trivers and look out at all the kids.
Mr. Saint raises a brow when we lock eyes, but I shake my head, causing his eyes to widen, and I mouth, “Caleb?”
He frowns and looks around the school yard before pointing the boy out, and I follow his finger.
Caleb is sitting alone on a bench, looking away from a group of kids trying to get his attention and my heart pounds.
He isn’t safe.
“Caleb?” I call, and his eyes come my way, and I nod my head for him to come, all while I try not to panic.
I need Alex. No, I need Dirty, the MC biker who would do anything for his kids. I need him now.
Caleb rushes my way as Mrs. Trivers whispers, “I’ll explain the situation to Mrs. Violet, and call the police. You go get Dirty.”
I nod as Caleb comes running up the steps, grinning wide.
"Is everything okay?" he asks.
I swallow hard and hold out my hand without answering his question because no, no everything isn’t okay.
