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“Who do we think did it?” Hugo asks, setting his phone on the table. Looking down, I see Rich is on speaker phone.
“Jed?” I ask. That’s my first thought. Her mom has been unsettlingly silent these past few weeks. Jed might be pissed we took some shit. Maybe it’s payback for what Logan did to him when we were in school.
During senior year, Jed laid his hands on Cara’s ass. Turned it completely black and blue, his big ugly hand print painted across her white ass cheek. I’m glad Logan stood up and did something. If he would have let it fly, I think I would have killed Jed and laid one on Logan.
“No, Rose wanted to do something, so I had her walk around the park. She said both Jed and Cara’s mom were home. At least from what she could see.”
“Could he have gotten someone to do it? Maybe he paid someone?”
I shake my head. “No. Jed isn’t that smart and they don’t have the time to pay for a hit. Jed’s out.”
“Who else could it be?” Easton stresses.
It only takes a second, but we all look at each other in horror.
“It was the fucking Mexican’s.” Easton growls.
“I knew this shit was a bad idea from the beginning. What the fuck did I tell all of you! Fuck!” I roar, startling Wesley, who instantly start dozing from the bottle. Once he settles, I look back up at Hugo with rage in my eyes. My chest shakes uncontrollably.
The Mexican’s are dirty, greedy motherfuckers. They’re fucking into the bad shit.
Sex rings.
They find anyone. Minors. Adults. Orphans. High profile individuals. They groom you and sell you to the highest bidder before you can blink. There’s no trail. You’ll be shipped off to France before they even catch your scent.
“Hugo, get to my office immediately. Easton, Jackson, get here as soon as you can.” Hugo is about to hang up when Rich speaks again. “Jackson…”
“What?” I growl. I’m pissed. I’m pissed at each fucker sitting around this table. If we would have taken them down from the start the other week—or shit, even last time we were in California, we wouldn’t be dealing with this shit now.
“We’ll find her. Take a breath and keep it together. Right now, more than ever you need to hold it together and be the leader of this business we all know you are.”
My blood feels about a million degrees as it pumps through my veins. My eyesight is blurry from my fury. I can barely get a full breath, but I still mutter, “Yes, sir.”
When Rich hangs up, Hugo stands up to head out. “I’ll meet you guys there right away. Don’t take too long, we have to catch them before they get too far.” Then he’s gone.
“What am I going to do with him?” I nod to a sleeping Wesley in my arms. “There’s no way I can fucking stay here when she’s out there. I’m fucking stuck.”
Easton sighs, pulling out his phone and shooting off a text. “I’ll get Rose over here. She’ll watch him.”
My chest deflates. “Thanks.”
Easton walks around and puts some stuff together while I bring Wesley to his room. Lifting him up, I press my lips to his forehead. “I’m going to find Mom. Stay safe and be good.” He lets out a little grunt, his sleeping form innocent and unaware of the fact that my life is spinning out of control at this very moment. I lay him in bed, covering him with Cara’s favorite blanky.
The emotion gets to be too much, and I have to swipe away the emotion in my eyes that tries to take over.
When the front door opens, I sniffle, giving one last look at my son before walking out, shutting the door halfway behind me.
Rose walks in, tears flowing freely down her face and her skin nearly as pale as ours is. She lets out a sob upon seeing Easton, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please go find her. I can’t lose her. Please, Easton.”
He’s stiff, but slowly he melts into her and curls his arm around the small of her back. I feel like I’m being witness to something private, but I can’t take my eyes away as he swoops her hair away from her face and presses his lips against hers. “I’ll bring her back, baby. Promise.”
And I promise myself that if I get Cara back, I’ll be a better man. I’ll be a better father. I’ll be a better brother. I’ll be a better boyfriend.
If I get Cara back, I won’t let her out of my sight again.
* * *
When we pullup to the warehouse, Easton makes quick work of grabbing my wheelchair. We left a weepy Rose on my couch with a blanket and a promise to call as soon as we heard anything. I don’t know when I’ll be back because I don’t know how far they’ve gotten or how difficult it will be to get her back, but I know my son will be safe with Rose.
