Is he...?
What if this guy hurt him?
And what if he hurts Lyndall?
This is all my fault.
If the man lays a finger on her, I will never forgive myself.
A sob breaks free.
With shaking fingers, I turn on my phone.
The screen is smashed, but it kicks into life, and I can just see Alex's number.
I press call.
Over and over, I'm praying he is okay, that he isn't bleeding out or dead somewhere at the hands of whoever the fuck took Lyndall.
Someone answers.
"Oh, God?—"
"Lola?"
It takes me a moment to place the voice.
It is not Alex's.
Fuck me, it is Enzo.
Why...?
I physically reel like I have been punched.
"Lola?" he barks. "Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come and get you."
My confusion gives way to clarity as it all clicks into place.
Enzo and Alex are the same person.
Chapter Forty-Two
ENZO
I roarto a stop right outside the house, and what I see instills no confidence in me.
In fact, everything plummets heavily down to my feet.
Cade bursts out of the front door at a run. "Shit, man, I didn't know. I was doing work. Everything was fine. Lyndall was reading, and Lola went upstairs, and...fuck! I tried to reach you. Sent you messages through our app system."
I shut my eyes, half out of the car, the motor still running because I'm both coming and going, not sure what the fuck I'm about to do.
I stare at him, and then at the spot where the rental car was.
I take a breath. "I don't have that on text-to-voice, considering some of the more sensitive shit we talk about. And where the fuck's your car?"
"And you didn't want anything to come through in case you were in the car with Lola, and I gave your game away." He pushes his glasses up on his head as he remembers he still has them on, which he does when he is working.
