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Jackson
On the way back home, I feel the most settled as I’ve felt since I moved in. This shit with the Mexican’s has been laying heavily on me. I hate when there’s shit going on with the business that’s unresolved. We finally sat down with Hugo, Colin, and Rich tonight and even went on FaceTime with Lynx and Aziel. We came up with a good plan on how we’re going to deal with the Mexican’s. It won’t be easy, but we have enough allies with us to back us up if need be. We might have to give a little, but we’re not going to fold like they wanted.
We don’t fucking fold.
“All right, man. I’ll hit you up tomorrow. Rose wants me to help her pack.” Easton rolls his eyes.
I chuckle. “Now you know how I felt.”
“Yeah, I’ll just be glad when this shit is over. Cara got Rose in on this moving kick and she’s been a fucking nutcase ever since.” He shakes his head. “Woman makes me crazy.”
I feel that.
We pull onto the gravel road that leads to the house. I can see the lights on up ahead, which means Cara’s up waiting for me.
I smile.
Easton parks, hopping out to grab my chair. Once he sets it in front of me, I slide into my seat and make my way towards the house.
“Thanks man, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I frown, hearing a noise. “What is that?”
Easton turns around. “What’s what?”
My eyes widen, and I look for the source of the cries. When I see the stroller, I press the forward button as hard as I can, wishing that this thing could go any fucking faster.
I hear Easton’s footsteps rush behind me, and I know he can hear the cries too.
When I get to the stroller, I lean forward, seeing Wesley halfway sliding out of the bottom. His face is beet red from his cries, his face wet with actual tears. Fear whooshes into my as I look around. Easton grabs Wesley as quickly as he can.
“Cara!” I shout. “Fuck, Cara!” Terror eats me, and it feels like dread weighs me down. I can barely move my head as all the horrible things start filling me on where Cara might be.
“Cara!” I shout. Without even thinking, I lift myself to a stand, willing myself to walk.
“What the fuck are you doing! Sit the fuck down!” Easton barks out at me.
As expected, my legs don’t fuck work. I fall to the ground in a heap of anger and misery.
“Fucking shit. Come on!” I watch as Easton sets Wesley back in his stroller, making his wails pick up all over again as he walks over to me. He helps me back into the chair, and I feel helpless as I look around our property.
Maybe she got sick and had to run inside.
Maybe she dropped something in the woods and ran back for it.
But, no. There’s no reason why Cara would leave Wesley like that, all by himself, outside and alone. There’s no explanation.
That, and the sinking feeling in my gut is making me feel like puking.
“Cara!” I roar again. Easton runs over and picks up Wesley, practically tossing him into my lap before he sprints inside. I lift Wesley up and give him a hug. “Where’s Mom, huh? What happened to Mom, Wesley?” My voice shakes as I hear Easton yelling Cara’s name from inside the house.
She’s not in there. I can feel it in my bones.
When he comes rushing out, he’s already got his phone to his ear. I’m not sure who he’s talking to, either Hugo or Rich, but he explains what we showed up to.
He pockets his phone a minute later, and when he stares at me, his pale face mirrors mine. My skin turns cold as I think of all the possibilities of what might have happened to her.
“I’m going to go check the woods.” He takes off in a full sprint before he even finishes his sentence, his dark clothes taking off like a dart into the night.
“Cara!” I shout, lifting up onto my side to grab my phone out of my pocket. Dialing Cara, I press the phone into my ear and plead for her to pick up. “Come on. Come the fuck on.” When I hear a familiar noise behind me, I slowly turn around with dread. It’s like a sticky tar as it fills my stomach with thickness and fear.
