Jordan’s head was lifted roughly, he snapped his eyes closed and pretend he was out cold. “Nah, he’s knocked out.” He was slapped in the face hard. “See, he didn’t even move.” He smacked Jordan hard in the face again. “Payback for my bleeding ears, you little shit.”
Son of a bitch! Once I figure out what the hell is going on, I’m going to kill the fucker that slapped me.
He was thrown roughly down on a hard surface and had to hold in the scream that would give him away when his head hit something hard. There was a loud slamming sound, and he suspected he was in a trunk when he heard other doors closing. Opening his eyes, he tried to move his body but couldn’t. Whatever he was injected with numbed his entire body as well as what little abilities he knew he had. There was nothing he could do but lie in the dark and wait to see what would happen next. He just prayed Duncan found him very soon.
Chapter Eleven
Duncan
Duncansnapped his phone up on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Mr. Pryde.” It was the twins’ teacher.
“Yes, Mrs. Jacobson, what can I do for you?” Duncan asked, he absolutely did not like the woman. She grated on his every nerve every time she opened her mouth. No matter how wealthy he was she always addressed him with her nose in the air as if she smelled something bad.
“It’s about the twins…”
“You didn’t misplace them again, did you?” On their first day of school the twins, although they were excited to start school, missed Jordan and wanted to go home. Instead of having their teacher call Jordan to pick them up, they snuck out of school—or so everyone thought. It took the teacher looking for them for over an hour before they decided to call Jordan, who called Duncan before getting to the school. It took Jordan twenty minutes to find the twins, asleep in the auditorium.
“No, as a matter of fact they are still here, sir.”
“What do you mean they are still there?” Duncan demanded.
“I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Sutton didn’t pick the kids up at the appointed time. I tried calling him countless times, but he didn’t answer,” Mrs. Jacobson told him, but Duncan didn’t hear the rest of what she said. Jordan wasn’t answering his phone; he didn’t pick up the kids? He tried to think of what could have happened, but nothing came to mind. Without saying a word, Duncan hung up the phone and ran to his car. On the way there, he called Jordan. When his phone went straight to voicemail he started panicking. He dialed Ryland’s number next.
“Hey, what’s up?” Ryland answered on the first ring.
“I need you to go pick up the kids and meet me at the house,” Duncan instructed in a rush.
“Why? What’s up with Jordan, did he get held up or something?” Ryland asked.
“He’s not answering his phone, and he didn’t pick up the kids,” Duncan told him as he got in his car. “Just get the kids and meet me at the house. No, make it the bunker, I’m not sure what we’ll see when we get there.”
“On it,” Ryland told him.
Duncan hung up and dialed another number. “Duncan, how are you?” Mrs. Sutton asked.
“Have you seen Jordan?” he asked without any politeness.
“No,” she answered, nonplussed by his bluntness. “Is there something wrong? Did you two have an argument?”
“It could be nothing but he hasn’t picked up the kids, and he’s not answering his phone.”
“I will meet you at your house,” she told him and hung up the phone before he could tell her to meet him at the bunker instead.
Thirty minutes later, Duncan pulled up to the bunker. Ryland was outside waiting for him. “Why are you out here?” he asked as he got out of the car.
“I need you to stay calm,” was the first thing Ryland said to him.
The worry that had crawled up his spine was now running through his entire body. “Where are the kids? Where’s Jordan?” Duncan asked as he tried to get around Ryland.
“Mrs. Sutton has the kids inside the bunker keeping them busy with snacks…”
“And Jordan?”
“Mr. Sutton, Parker, and Sebastian are over at the house, along with Johnson,” Ryland told him.
“The sheriff,” he said, confused as to why the pack sheriff was at his house.
