Page 117 of Chasin’s Surrender

Holden has her.

“Go,” Bobby croaked. “Bent. Kill her. Your house.”

Bobby’s head lulled to the side and Chasin yanked his phone from his pocket at the same time Jameson was answering his.

Terror roiled in his gut when Holden didn’t answer. He went to Genevieve’s name, hit go, and waited. That terror turned to sheer panic when Evie didn’t pick up.

“That was Nix. Bent’s phone stopped moving, they got to the location and found it tossed on the side of the road,” Jameson told him.

And that panic turned to ice.

“The farm. Get everyone there now.” Chasin jumped to his feet and shoved past his friend out the door.

Vaughn was getting out of his cruiser as Chasin sprinted past.

“You’re on Bobby,” he told the man but didn’t bother to explain.

Chasin was in Jameson’s truck preparing to reverse when Jameson jumped in.

“Keep your head, brother,” Jameson growled.

Fuck that.

Bent Bromley was dead.

32

Minutes felt like hours.

Every second hurt my heart.

Holden was doing his best to keep me occupied and away from staring at the clock, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t glanced at it twelve times since I’d talked to Chasin.

I knew it was twelve because only twelve minutes had ticked by and I’d seen each one of them on the digital display.

Twelve long, agonizing minutes.

Holden had excused himself to use the restroom, therefore I was free to stare off in space and worry. My eyes remained on the clock.

God, where were they? What was going on? I wanted to call McKenna and ask her if she’d heard something but I didn’t want to bother her.

But Kennedy’s with her.

I could call her and she could fill me in. Kennedy would’ve welcomed hearing from me, I knew she would—she’d called tons since the barbeque, offering me her friendship. Silver and Macy had, too. McKenna had straight-out told me I was part of the family and so was Bobby.

The guys had all taken my back with my stalker issue. They’d taken Chasin’s back, now they were taking Bobby’s. The women though, they’d done it differently. They offered support, too, but they did it through sisterhood, friendship, and family.

Something I wanted with a desperation I hoped they hadn’t noticed.

So I knew down to my soul Kennedy would be up for a call from me. But I didn’t pick up the phone.

I was too afraid.

It’d been fifteen minutes and I was too scared of bad news. With only five minutes left out of the twenty that Bent had given me, I really couldn’t stomach hearing they hadn’t found Bobby. Therefore I wasn’t calling anyone. I was just going to stare at the clock and hope to God that Bobby was alive and Chasin was safe.

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t hear the bathroom door slam open and crack against the wall. I also missed Holden as he tore through the kitchen and dining area, coming at me at a full run.

But I didn’t miss the front door being kicked in.