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I rush forward and peer over her shoulder but none of that shit makes sense to me. “What is it?” I ask.
“Her phone is back at the house. I can’t track her, Beck.”
“Fuck!” I roar as I scrub a hand down my face, the guys and Leah shoot me pitying looks.
“The cameras, check the cameras from the house,” Darius rushes to add. Fuck, how did I not think about that? Just as Katie gets to work my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and answer it when I see it’s Troy calling.
“What’s up?” I say as I bring the phone to my ear.
“Beckett, the PI I put on finding Val’s stalker just came back to me.” Hope spurs to life inside me.
“What did they find out?” I hear the hope in my own voice, the others stare at me with worried looks.
“We managed to trace back the credit card purchase for the delivery of flowers. It took a shit load of digging but we found him.”
“Who the fuck is it?” I growl. Before Troy has a chance to answer Katie speaks.
“Jeff,” she breathes his name and points at her screen. Right there in front of me a still frame of Jeff carrying my girl out the front fucking door of my house.
“Beckett, Jeffrey Warner has a long ass list of mental problems. He is unstable so you need to tread carefully,” Troy warns.
"Got it,” I say as I end the call. “Can you track him?” I ask Katie.
“Already on it, I’ll have his location in two minutes,” she answers.
“That cunt is going in the ground.” Corvin’s tone is void of all emotion, his face is etched in pain but it’s his eyes, they’re filled with bloodlust.
“Guys, you can’t just kill someone. Garrett was one thing but there is no way—”
Corvin cuts Leah off. “He killed her!” Corv shouts at her. Leah recoils into Darius who shoots Corvin a glare.
“He doesn’t come back alive.” All their gazes turn to me but I keep mine on Corvin. “Leah and Katie will stay back and watch Dawson, if the three of you can’t stomach what’s about to happen, then don’t fucking come.”
“He took one of ours from us, he doesn’t get to breathe when she doesn’t. We take the cunt out and make sure Troy has a plan in place to get us off a murder charge,” Crue announces, shit, I didn’t think about that.
“Leave that with me,” Saint says as he walks away with his phone against his ear.
“Darius, please—” Leah pleads but D shakes his head silencing her.
“I love you, Goldie. If the roles were reversed, he would be by my side as I killed the cunt that took you from me. Don’t ask me to choose between you and your brother, baby, not tonight, because I don’t want to walk out that door while you stand here crying.”
I knew without a doubt that my boys would have my back, they are my fucking ride or dies.
Valance
My head feels like a jackhammer is going off inside it, I groan and reach up to rub my temples as I slowly blink my eyes open, only to slam them closed immediately when the light burns my eyes. I try again, blinking them open slowly this time as I sit up. When everything comes into focus I frown, where the hell am I? That’s when everything comes back to me and panic sets in. I look around the room, it is bare except for the bed I sit on. I try to block out the pain in my head as I reach down and pat my pockets hoping to find my phone.
“Shit.” My pockets are empty. I look to the other side and see a door. I slowly climb to my feet only to fall back down when a wave of dizziness assaults me, I wait until the nauseous feeling passes before I try again. I feel unsteady on my feet and slightly disoriented but the need to get the fuck out of here and get back to Dawson fills me with determination to push through. I fucking pray that Cody was able to get her and Dawson out and get to Beck. My breathing is labored, I try to calm myself down before I grip the door handle and turn.
I’m surprised when the door opens, I expected it to be locked!
I open it just enough to be able to poke my head out and look side to side, there is another that is open opposite me. I slowly creep into the hallway as quietly as I can, melting into the wall on the opposite side and peek into the other room. My eyes widen at the sight of it. There is a race car bed, drawers, and boxes of brand new toys stacked in the corner. This room is for a little boy! A sick feeling begins to settle inside me. I block that out as I slowly creep down the hallway. I stop and take a deep breath as I work up the courage to peer around the corner. The moment I do, my blood runs cold.
I stumble forward, our eyes lock, and he smiles. “Hello, beautiful.” I shake my head, this can’t be happening, it can’t be him! “You must be thirsty, come sit.” Unable to move I just stand here. He sighs, then makes his way over to me, gently grips my arm and leads me into the tiny living room that has a small kitchenette off to the side. The thing that does catch my eye as he pushes me into the threadbare sofa is the front door. It can’t be more than six feet from me. I look from him to the door wondering if I could outrun him. “It’s deadbolted.” I snap my gaze back to him only to find him scowling down at me.
“I-I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie, Val, it’s unbecoming of you.” I clamp my mouth closed and watch as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, then brings it back to me. I take it, acting on autopilot. I check the seal before unscrewing the top and down half the bottle. “Sorry, Chloroform dehydrates you apparently.” The way he says that so casually scares the hell out of me. The fact I can’t see Dawson around here eases the fear inside me slightly. He drops into the chair opposite me and smiles. How the fuck he can sit there and act like nothing about this situation is fucking wrong, shows me just how unhinged he is. How did I miss the signs? “Rest up and then we’ll go back and get our boy.”
