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“I don’t fucking know!” I shouted, stressed as I continued to try calling Chloe, anyway.
“What about Lucy?” Vaughn ordered. “Someone try Lucy’s phone.”
“On it,” Trick said, already dialing her next as I continued to listen to Chloe’s phone ring in my ear.
Come on, come on, I silently begged.Just pick up and call me an asshole already.
That was her favorite term for me, I swear. And at that moment, I don’t think anything would’ve sounded as good as her sultry voice saying,what do you want now, asshole?right into my ear.
But she didn’t answer.
On the road, we blew through a red light, and both Trick and I hollered in fear for our lives as we narrowly avoided being T-boned.
“No answer,” Trick reported a few moments later.
“Motherfucker.” Vaughn smacked the steering wheel, not seeming to care that he was abusingmyvehicle. I mean, what had my truck done tohim? She was handling his insane driving commands like a champ, I thought.
“I’m getting on the group chat,” Trick announced. “See if anyone else knows what’s going on.”
“They’re probably okay,” Vaughn said as if he needed to hear the positive vibes, even though he drove faster as he spoke. “I bet we’re just overreacting.”
It didn’t feel like we were overreacting though. Ever since Trick had said Chloe needed help, my gut instinct had been on high alert, shriekingdanger, danger.
She was in trouble. And we needed to get to her. Now.
And as we approached Lucy’s place, the front door hanging open at an odd angle told us my gut had been right.
“That doesn’t look okay,” I noted in a grave voice, my breath catching in my throat.
“Oh my God,” Vaughn rasped.
Trick gripped my arm as if he needed to hold on to something to keep from panicking.
Jumping the curb, we pulled up right into the lawn and screeched the truck to a halt just a few yards from the front door.
“Lucy?” Vaughn roared as he dove from the idling truck and leaped toward the entrance. The dude could move, too. I was hauling ass, and he was already past the hood by the time I even got my door shoved open.
He had stopped frozen just inside the entrance by the time I reached him, however.
I shimmied past with Trick hot on my heels.
After a quick scan of the room, I saw Lucy kneeling on the floor, upright and alive, and the baby was with her, but there was no sign of Chloe…and no scumbag hanging around, breaking his restraining order.
Where the fuck was Chloe?
Without even pausing in the front room, Trick and I hurried into the hall, calling her name and dashing into rooms. I didn’t pause until I came to the back bedroom and saw a cell phone lying on the center of the floor, covered with the same vintage-looking camera case that Chloe had on her phone.
“Fuck,” I breathed, slowing to a stop and gaping at it as a real bad feeling spread over me. When I bent to pick it up, Trick appeared in the doorway, gripping the frame.
“Anything?”
I turned with Chloe’s phone in my hand, and when he met my gaze, he could see in my eyes that I was freaked out.
“What?” he demanded and finally lowered his gaze to see the phone for himself. “Oh God.” Stepping forward, he reached out and took it from me. When he looked up, he was already beginning to breathe hard. “Where the hell is my sister?”
I shook my head, trying to ignore the signs of peril that my body was screaming at me, like the way the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, how my skin prickled on my arms, and the icy grip of fear that coated my soul.
Pushing past Trick, I stormed back to the front room.
