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I want him home, safe.
My front door opens, and Gunner walks in.
I give him a sad smile as the phone beeps again, and Travis's voice comes over the speakers. Gunner sits next to me so I can lean my head on his shoulder. He's been staying with me since Travis left, much to his parents'disappointment. He told me they wanted me to stay with him so we could get to know each other, but I'm still not there yet.
"Damn. Voicemail again, Precious. I was hoping to get you today. I want to hear your voice badly."
He sighs while Gunner frowns. He knows he's been leaving me voicemails; he's just never heard them.
"I've got to go radio silent for a few days, baby. I don't want you to worry, so if you don't hear from me, that's why."
Gunner tenses,
"I promise to call as soon as I can. I love you, Mel; don't forget that."
Gunner presses the red button, and I scowl at him, but he just shakes his head. "How many voicemails has he left that were like that, that he was going radio silent?"
He sounds concerned and tense, and I instantly sit up straight with worry.
"About eight, why?"
Gunner stands and starts to pace. "What's the longest you've gone without hearing from him?"
I swallow, "four days."
He nods before looking at me. "When did you hear from him last?"
My tears start to fall when I see the panic in his eyes, and I rasp out, "Four."
"FUCK!" he screams before grabbing his phone out of his cut.
Calling it a vest is forbidden; his words not mine.
He runs a hand through his blonde hair before he speaks into his phone, "Pres, we have a problem. He hasn't been in touch for four days."
I sniffle and wipe my cheeks as worry churns in my gut.
"I'm with her now; alright, talk to you later."
He looks at me as he hangs up.
His eyes soften before he walks over to me and takes a seat. He wraps his arm around my shoulders while I sniffle, resting my head on his shoulder. "Axel's going to call his people alright. We'll find out something."
He picks up my phone and plays the voicemails again, and I close my eyes.
"Hey, Precious, we need to talk about changing your automated voicemail because this fucking sucks."
Chapter 21
Dagger
I sigh before leaning my head on the small plane window.
The mission was a success, but not without some losses.
Budgie squeezes my shoulder as Marshall comes to mind. Finding his body. I squeeze my eyes shut as images of his mangled body flash into my mind and the memories of seeing him come back tenfold.
I look through the scope of my rifle into the old, abandoned warehouse that we know the traffickers use to move their 'products,' which consist of children, men, and women who have no family, before selling them to sick bastards. We lost contact with Marshall, a man who was more family to me than my own father before I arrived.
