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Her fucking phone.
Reaching down, I pick the device up and glance at the screen. It’s not cracked or broken. Everything looks intact. I know her passcode, so I quickly log into her phone.
There are no new messages, no new emails, or notifications of any kind. There is nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve never really looked at Allison’s phone before, at least not long enough to do anything other than put the tracking app on it.
We weren’t serious, and I never had a reason to look for anything. She always seemed up front and on the up-and-up. I never got a sketchy feeling from her in any way. But I’m wondering now what the fuck is going on.
Finding her recent calls, I notice a name I recognize, but it could be just a coincidence. It’s not possible, is it? I take my phone out to compare the numbers, and when they match up perfectly, my fucking heart stops.
Harlow.
Fuck.
What the actual fuck is going on?
And the biggest problem? I don’t have tracking on Harlow because I haven’t really given a shit where she’s been going or what she’s been doing. I do now. And now it’s too late. Instantly, my stomach sinks at the thought of Allison being taken again.
Gripping her phone in my hand, I shove it in my pocket and walk up to the door to her storefront, tugging on the handle. I don’t know if it’s a good thing it’s locked, but it is, so I turn around and climb back into my car.
After I start the engine, I sit in the driver’s seat for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. I’ve never been at such a loss before. In fact, I usually can figure shit out on my own, or hack my way into figuring it out.
I’m not sure I can do that. And tomorrow is supposedly my wedding day.
Taking my phone, I decide to make a group call. Both of my brothers and my father at the same time. Calling Wells first, I ask him to hold on, then add in Coleman, then finally Dad, because I know he would not be willing to hold on for shit.
“I have a fucking problem,” I announce. “And I don’t have time to spend hacking cell phones and city sidewalk cameras to find the solution.”
A collective silence surrounds me. It doesn’t surprise me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a conference call situation or admitted that I have a problem in this way before. I could sit and wait for their response, but I decide against it.
Instead, I continue. “Harlow has made contact with Allison, and now I can’t find her.”
“Harlow or Allison?” Coleman asks.
“Yes,” I grunt. “I went to Allison’s storefront because that’s where her phone was located, and when I arrived, I found the store locked, and her phone was in the middle of the sidewalk. When I searched her contacts, I noticed she had Harlow’s number saved. How in the fuck would they know one another?”
There is a moment of silence, and I wonder if I’ve lost my brothers and father, but then Wells speaks. “I wonder…” he begins. “Parker said that Allison was going to hire someone. Could Harlow have applied?”
“How would Harlow know anything?” I ask.
My father snorts. “It’s not like you’ve been discreet with her. You’ve been in public together. Hell, you even went to Coleman’s wedding with her as your date.”
I did do that.
“Harlow’s been watching me. I knew she’d found me because she wanted me to help her with her sister. I just didn’t think she would come after me in any way,” I say.
I’m mostly talking to myself, but fuck, what are the odds that I just got played?
Because I fucking did.
Hard.
ALLISON
The SUV stops in front of a house, and I frown as I look around. It’s just a regular neighborhood in the middle of a regular subdivision. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening. Why am I at this house? Why did this woman and her men take me?
The only things I can think of are all things that end very badly.
I don’t want this to end badly.
