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We searched for a couple of hours, but she was nowhere to be found, which means she's fucking swapped her car, her baby—the Jeep her dad bought her. Fuck.
Shaking my head to Axel as he calls for me when we enter the clubhouse, everyone looks at me with concern, but I ignore them and go to my room at the clubhouse. I need to find that fucking Jeep because if I know Star, which I do, getting rid of her treasure from her father probably killed her.
It's been roughly eighteen hours since she left, and finally, fucking finally, I found her Jeep. Some high schooler has it. With a nod, I get up and put my cut on. I need that fucking Jeep back. Just as I grab the envelope on my desk, my phone rings, and Iinstantly get it, hoping it's news on Star but scowling when I see it's her mother, Shayla.
I debate not answering, but I know she'll just show up here.
"Yeah?" I know it's rude, but I'm not in the fucking mood.
"Hey Flame, have you seen Star? I went by her flat, but someone else is living there; is she staying in 'his' room?" his room being her old man's. She can't bring herself to say his name.
I clear my throat. "Uh, no, she's gone, Shayla, packed up and left, even sold her Jeep."
I hear her gasp out a cry as Emma in the background asks what's happened, but I ignore them both. "Look, Shayla. I need to get going. I'll let you know if I hear anything."
I hang up before rushing out of my room, ensuring it's locked, before gripping Cal by the back of his shirt and making him come with me. I jump in the club's 4X4, with Cal getting into the passenger seat and keeping his mouth shut, before I spin out of the clubhouse, heading towards the school. When we get out, I tell Cal to go back to the club, making him frown in confusion, but, do as asked before, I go to my girl's Jeep. It's still in really good condition; the club has looked after it for her since her father passed. I lean against it and wait until a sophomore comes out, looking just like his picture with shaggy hair and chocolate eyes. He freezes at the sight of me before he gingerly walks over, his glasses falling from his nose a couple of times.
"Can I uh help you?"
I give him a little smile, not wanting to scare him. It's not his fault my girl left; nope, it's mine.
"This Jeep was my girl."
His eyes widen, and he nods. "Yeah, I uh was selling my old car, and she asked for a swap."
I nod.
I know said car has also been ditched four hours from here; the cameras were jammed, which was Star's doing, so I don't know what other car she got into. "I want it back," he says, going to open his mouth, but I put my hand up. "Her deceased father bought this for her; I know you need a ride, which is why in my hand right here is $35,000." His eyes widen. "I want the Jeep back, so when she comes home, which she will do, she'll have it. What do you say?"
He shakes his head, and I grind my teeth, not wanting to kick the shit out of him until he opens his mouth, making me respect the shit out of him. "I'll take $3,000 for it; that amount is too much."
I give him a smile; he has a heart. I'd give him that, but I also know his family could use the money and hand the envelope to him and say, "It's yours. Keys."
His eyes widen when he takes the envelope, not knowing what to do with that amount of cash, but I don't give a shit; that amount doesn't even break the bank; I could retire and live off what I have for three lifetimes; money is no issue for me. I hold my hand out, and he gives me the keys. I give him a head nod before climbing into my girl's Jeep, readjusting the seat, and peeling out of the school. I head back to the club but make my way around the back to my home before putting the Jeep in my garage. I sit here for a moment before swallowing hard. I grab my phone and ring her number again, but I want to sob like a baby when her voicemail picks up.
"Hey, this is Star; I can't get to the phone right now, probably hanging with Flame, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you."
I always asked why she called me Flame in her voicemail and in her exact words.
'Your my Zayne, no one else's.'
FuckI'm an idiot.
Her phone beeps, and I rasp, "I love you, Firefly."
Chapter 10
Star – Six months later
The beep echoes in my room.
"182 days, 4380 hours, 262,800 minutes.
Six months.
That's a long time, Firefly—a long time not to hear your voice or see your gorgeous caramel eyes. It's a long fucking time, Star, not to smell your vanilla shampoo with a hint of paint, to hold you in my arms, a long time not being able to breathe properly, Star; a long fucking time. I miss you, baby, so fucking much."He sighs, "I fucking miss you."
The phone beeps, and I wipe my cheeks, which are full of tears before the next message beeps through.
