Page 59 of His Sold Fated Mate

It was only two minutes. That wasn’t enough time. And even if he were around, she would have screamed. Aubrey would have fought back. She wouldn’t have just gone willingly. She had been trying to break free, and she wasn’t going to just willingly go back to that life.

Unless she didn’t have a choice, you act as if he isn’t dangerous. She warned you of what he was like, what he’d done to her.

I hated myself for giving her the space. I knew better. She needed me to protect her, and I hadn’t done that.

I pulled over, not even sure where to start or who to call. We’d already searched, and they hadn’t been able to find him. He clearly knew what he was doing, and if his goal was to grab Aubrey and leave, he could accomplish it.

I had to call Cal and have all the exits closed off until she was found. Sure, it was a little drastic, but it was for her. I had to go to the extreme for her.

I pulled my phone up and glanced out the window. Across the street, I spotted her. She was sitting in the front of the car, her face frozen in fear. My heart sank as a man sat in the driver’s seat. He was leaning close to her, holding a gun to her head.

Shit.

She stayed perfectly still as he started the car. I could see his lips moving quickly, his face contorted in anger. It felt like the whole world stood still while he pulled out, and I quickly whipped a U-turn and hurried after them. I was tempted to slam my car into his, but I didn’t know if Aubrey was buckled or not. I didn’t know where the gun was. I didn’t even know what I could do.

But I couldn’t let him get away. This was the only chance I had to make this bastard pay. I followed close behind him, trying to dial up Cal’s number. I’d hardly got the phone to call him before the car started to veer. I slammed on the brakes as they swerved, sliding into the next car over and straight for a telephone pole.

The sound of the crash echoed, and I could hear a scream from the car. Cal answered the phone, and the world went silent.

I stared, my heart racing as I took in the car. I could see the airbags went off, and glass shattered everywhere.

“Klaus? Did you just get into an accident? Klaus!”

I took a single breath in and threw my door open. I raced out, rushing toward the car. Anger mixed with concern and worry. I had no idea what I was stepping into.

The side door popped open, and I watched as a shaking hand pushed the door further open. Aubrey wobbled out, her legs shaking as she held onto the door tightly. She had a cut on her forehead, with blood trailing down her face. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, and you could tell she had whiplash.

“Aubrey!” I ran to her, pulling her tightly into my arms. Her legs gave out, and I held her close. She was shaking, starting to sob as her arms held onto me tightly. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

I looked past her toward the driver’s seat. The guy was leaning forward, and I could see blood splattered over the windshield, which was busted. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and blood was everywhere. I didn’t even have to look for a pulse to know he was likely dead.

I held her tightly, pressing a kiss on her forehead as she continued to cry. The world felt like it was standing still. A few other cars pulled over, and I quickly spotted Cal as he pulled up.

His face was pale as he took in the scene. “What the hell happened?”

“I need to take her to the healers.”

Aubrey shoved against me. “No! I’m fine! I’m not hurt.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.”

“And what about this?” Cal asked, waving a hand at the car.

“I don’t think he made it. There is a gun in there somewhere.”

“What the hell happened?”

I looked at Aubrey. She swallowed, and I noticed she had a cut on her lip, too. “I was walking… and suddenly he was there.” She frowned. “I wanted to scream, but he had a gun. I was trying to think of how I could get free, but he said he would hurt you.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. “I knew if he got me out of town, I’d never get free. So, when he drove and put the gun down, I hit him. I hit hard, and he swerved. So, I grabbed the steering wheel and had him swerve harder. I knew he wasn’t buckled, and I figured I could get away.”

“I need to have you get checked over, Aubrey. You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to go to a healer.”

I sighed. “Fine, we don’t go to a healer. But I’m taking you home. We need to get you cleaned up and get your wound taken care of.”