I try to tell myself she just went to grab something, not wanting to think the worst.
“Luca.” I hear murmurs of another muffled voice with him.
“Find her, Damian. Fucking find her.” My words crack on their exit. Knowing what Aiden told me, I don’t have a clue what kind of danger she can be in. My body is overtaken with fear.
His intake of breath is loud, while I can’t seem to fill my lungs. “Your dad is here.”
His words don’t register.
“Let me see it.” I hear my father’s voice. “Luca, son.”
I stand there naked, shaking. “Find her,” I beg him, tears streaming down my face. Scared we’re already too late. “Dad, find her…please.” I fall to the floor.
“Don’t worry, I think I know where she is, and Luca, get home.”
Opening my mouth to respond, the line goes dead. Sitting there, fear coursing through me. Having an idea of where she went.
My fingers shake as I try to hit‘call back’on my screen, finally making contact, Damian’s face pops up.
“Luca,” he answers.
“I think I know where she is. Fuck, Damian,” I choke out, not caring that he hears me crying, breaking.
“We know,” Damian replies softly.
Forcing myself off the floor, confusion overtakes my brain about how they would know. When he helps me make sense of his words. “Your dad has been keeping tabs on you two for a while.”
Flashbacks of the shadow I saw, the hut, and the camera being messed with. He’s been here the whole time… the guard dog.
Anger tries to smash down my panic, anger for him striking panic through us, anger at him for staying hidden. But my panic for Rowan bubbles back to the surface. “Please go get her.” I don’t give him time to answer before I end the call, throwing on my clothes that were in a ball on the floor, not giving a shit about the blood that’s now intertwined with the fabric, and running out of the bathroom.
“We have to go. Now!” I scream as I throw everything into my bag.
Weeks lies on the bed, shooting straight up. “What’s going on?” As Thomas stands from the chair.
“Rowan,” I choke out, not giving a damn if they see my emotions and how fucking scared I am for her right now. “Damian went to get her, and she’s gone.” I look to Thomas, “She went to David’s. She’s going to kill him.” Thomas’ face turns white; his olive skin, I’ve never seen that shade before.
Us three work overtime to get everything packed and situated, not needing words, knowing what needed to be done.
“I’ll drive,” I tell them while grabbing the keys from Thomas, before they follow me out of the motel room. There is no way I could just sit in the car; I need a job to get me to Rowan. We’re five hours away this time, so we drove here. Thinking I can get home in over four if I break every law known to man.
Throwing our bags into the trunk, I’m in the car with it revving before they both jump in, not even giving them time to shut their doors before I take off, tires squealing.
Chapter Thirty-five
Rowan
“It’s been you, hasn’t it?” I ask Stephen, knowing the answer already, but needing him to confirm it.
He sits in the front seat, not saying anything as Damian flies out of town.
As we turn off the street, I can see the fire start to grow, burning evidence and turning David into nothing, like he deserves.
Through the quietness of the car, he says, “We can talk once my son is home safe.” It’s almost like he blames me. Safe? What happened? Damian said Luca was okay, but it was an ambush. By whom?
The darkness engulfs us as the headlights lead us down the dark highway, barely passing any other vehicles. Soon, the sound of the car and the motion lull me to sleep. My come down from the high and fright, kicking my ass.
“Rowan. Hey, we’re here.”
