Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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“He hasn’t found her yet,” he told the others, and I recognized the voice as Red’s.
“Who is with you?” I asked.
“Devon, Lonny, Bones, and Justin,” Red replied. “The others stayed behind to sort out shit with the cops.”
“The cops,” I groaned.
I had completely forgotten about that part of the equation. A part of me almost regretted getting them involved in the first place. Now if we managed to settle this situation, we wouldn’t just be able to slink back to our lives. They would insist on dragging everything out into the open again. Cops took ages to get anything fucking done. And even when things were done, they never knew when it was over.
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“Austin is fielding questions from the sheriff,” Red explained. “He wasn’t too happy though. He
wanted to talk to you.”
I had several more questions, but I was on high alert, and Red was just breaking my concentration. I didn’t care what the cops wanted or what they were doing. I just wanted to find Mila. The area was larger than I had expected. There were trees everywhere, and even though there were tiny roads I could ride through, I knew it would take a while to scour the place.
“Where are you guys?”
“Driving towards you,” Red replied. “We should be there in ten minutes—fifteen minutes tops.”
“Don’t try and find me,” I told him. “Just spread out and start looking for Mila.”
“Got it.”
I hung up and parked my bike next to a random tree. I didn’t want the sound of my motorcycle alerting Ghost to my presence. I ran around the area, trying to figure out where Ghost might take her. It had to be further in, away from the main road so that passersby wouldn’t hear anything suspicious. I moved further in following a line of trees.
The whole time I searched for her, my mind was going crazy with worry. I had never experienced this kind of thing before. I had lost my mother to illness and my father in a fight, but I had still never experienced emotions quite like this. It felt like someone had crashed a truck into me and now the truck was on top of me, and I couldn’t quite breathe, but I was still clinging on to life anyhow.
The worst thing about all this was that I had promised Mila I would keep her safe. I had brought her to my home because I had been so confident that cocooned within our walls, no one would be able to get to her. I had been overly confident, and I had been cocky. I had assumed we were dealing with Godwin and I had calculated accordingly.
Godwin may have been power hungry and greedy in his day before his illness seemed to have robbed him of those ambitions, but he was smart. He was not the type of man to initiate a war he had little chance of winning. He had miscalculated once before, and he had lost a son for it. He had become overly cautious since then, and I should have known at that point that he wasn’t involved in this plot.
But I had been so dead set on my own revenge that I had read the situation to my advantage. I had been looking for a fight in all the wrong places, and those mistakes had finally caught up with me now…at Mila’s expense. I had allowed this to happen. I was the reason that Ghost had been able to send his men in after her. I had not prepared for his boldness and his recklessness. I had predicted the situation that best suited me.
I realized how blinded I had been from the very beginning. I realized how foolish and immature I had been. I had been elected leader of the Fallen Angels, but I had fallen short of the mantel. And now Mila was gone, in the hands of a madman with no sense of fear.
I came upon a fork that veered off into two different roads. One was extremely narrow, and the other one was broader. I realized there were tire tracks on the broader road and immediately I started running down the road, following the tracks. He had brought her here in a car. I listened intently as I ran, but I wasn’t sure I would hear anything.
It had been five hours since Ghost and Mila had left that morning. A lot could have happened in that time. I came to a little clearing, and I froze in place. The car had definitely been through here, but there was no sign of it anymore. The car was gone, and that meant Ghost was gone too. I walked in a little further, and I noticed blood dotting the sand and dirt underneath my feet.
My body went cold, and a feeling of dread overtook me. It had been five hours. Mila’s body had probably been cold for four. No, I told myself sternly. I wasn’t going to go there. Until I saw a body, I wasn’t going to let myself think that. She wasn’t dead… this could not be how it ended.
I felt rage thrash around inside me, and if I had happened across Walter Black or any of his henchman now, I knew that I would have murdered them all with my bare hands. As it stood, all I could do was follow the trail of blood. The ground was too hard to reveal any prints, but the blood helped to an extent. I followed the trail to a rock several feet into the trees, and I realized that Mila had stopped here for a few seconds at least to catch her breath before trying to flee from Ghost.
There was dried blood on the rock and a few dots of blood leading away from it. I tried to follow the trail again, but it dried up soon after, and I was left staring at trees with no idea which direction to head to next.
“Fuck,” I cursed furiously. “Fuck me.”
I picked up my phone and called the sheriff in desperation. “Sheriff?”
“Mr. Robinson!” he sounded angry. “I thought I told you not to do anything stupid.”
“I haven’t.”
“You are not law enforcement,” Sheriff replied hotly. “You do not have the right to conduct searches or set your men on anyone else.”
I frowned. “Who did I set my men on?”
“A Bryan Donavan,” the sheriff replied. “I believe he once belonged to the Lucifer’s Knights. He claims not to be a part of the gang anymore.”