Page 77 of Recovering Ivy

“Yo.”

“My woman’s gone,” I blurted, unable to think of what else to say.

“How long?”

“An hour.”

“We’ll find her. Is she chipped?”

“Fuck!” I shouted. “No.”

I hadn’t gotten around to asking Tex to make me one of his special tracking devices. Wolf and his team all had chips in their women’s jewelry for times like these, something I’d failed to do for my woman. Leo even had a chip on Olivia.

“Last known?” Tex continued, ignoring my outburst.

“Linc and Jasmin’s.” I rattled off the address and jogged into the bedroom to double check nothing had been moved or was missing.

“What vehicle is she driving?”

“My Rover. It has tracking. I can have Garrett run the…”

“No need, brother. I’m in your system now, pulling the intel I need.”

“I don’t even want to know how you breached my security protocols so quickly.”

If I had been in the right frame of mind, I would’ve been pissed Tex was able to hack into my network, but right now, with time not on my side, I was grateful.

“Your car is on Elm Road.”

“Elm Road,” I repeated, mentally canvasing the area. “That’s about ten miles from Linc’s. What direction is the car moving?”

“It’s not, Zane. Air bags have been deployed.”

“Fuck. Thanks, man. I owe you.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond before I hung up, grabbed my keys, and dialed Linc.

“She’s been in an accident. Elm Road. You should be passing her soon. I’ll be right there.”

The trip from the elevator to the parking garage was painfully slow, the drive over to Elm Road was excruciatingly far. All I could picture was Ivy bleeding and injured, trapped in the car – or worse. She had to be breathing. I’d know if she wasn’t. There was no way Ivy could’ve been taken from this earth and my heart still be beating.

I locked the brakes and came to a screeching halt when I saw my Rover in a ditch, front end smashed into a tree. I barely got the car in park as I jumped out and ran to Linc as he circled the Rover.

“She’s not here,” he informed me.

“What the fuck?”

“Shit, Z. I don’t take this way home; I take the shortcut through the back roads. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I was stunned into silence. What the hell did Linc mean Ivy wasn’t here? I looked around for evidence she’d been taken to the hospital, but I knew that wasn’t the case. Someone would still be here to tow the car. Something wasn’t right.

A million scenarios played out in my mind. All of my enemies that would give zero fucks hurting an innocent woman to get to me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I fumbled, trying to pull it out as quickly as possible.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I tried to track her phone, it’s off. Last known was 495 - 95 split, headed south.”