“I was able to track their movements before I lost them somewhere in Kansas. My guess is he is headed back to Tennessee where he rules the kingdom and no one questions him.”
There was a beep in his ear cutting of Beau’s next words.
Unknown: *Image attached*
Unknown: She’s mine and no one will take her from me again.
Miles let out a startled cry at the image that was displayed on his phone. There was his Little girl lying on a dirty bed in what looked like a basement. What little bit of skin he could see was covered in bruises.
“Beau, I need you to track the number that just texted my phone and do it NOW!”
Miles heard the clicking of keys as Beau’s fingers flew over the keyboard.
“Got him! The idiot used his work phone to text you. My guess is he thinks he is invincible.”
“Send me the information, I’m going after my girl.”
“Miles you can’t do this alone. It’s too dangerous!”
“I DON’T CARE THAT IT’S DANGEROUS! THE MORE TIME SHE SUFFERS AT THE HAND OF THAT MAN THE LESS OF A CHANCE I HAVE OF BRINGING HER HOME TO ME!”
“I get it man. I do. Let me put my team together. We will bring your Little girl back home.”
“Fine, but I’m coming with you.”
“Okay, meet me at the airport in the next town over. We leave in an hour.”
Miles hung up the phone and sprung up into action, there was no time to waste. Running out the office he sent out a text to Emmett about there being an emergency.
He barely had time to go home before he had to meet Beau at the airport. It was time to bring his Little girl home.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
OLIVIA
Why was her head pounding and everything felt foggy inside? Something was wrong, but Olivia couldn’t put her finger on it. She didn’t get to think about it long before her world faded back to black.
Coming to again, Olivia fought against the groggy feeling that was trying to pull her back under.
She needed to find out what was going on and she couldn’t do that if she continued to let the darkness win.
Without opening her eyes, she tried to take inventory of her surroundings.
She was lying on something hard, almost metal like. Trying to move her hands, she quickly noticed that they were tied behind her back.
The rope was digging into her flesh and every time she moved them tears welled up in her eyes.
Trying to keep her breathing even, she continued to listen and put things together in her mind.
Olivia could tell she was in a car or van because she would hear the sound of traffic and feel the road rumblingbeneath her. Cracking one eye barely open, she took in her surroundings.
She was in the trunk of a car being thrown around like last week's garbage. Groaning, she tried to shift into a better position, but nothing worked.
Her shoulders were screaming at being locked in this position, but there was nothing she could do. Not that it mattered as her world faded back to black and she succumbed to the pain.
When Olivia came back to reality for the third time her head felt less foggy, but hurt no less than it did before. She noticed that the noise of the road had faded. The car must have stopped, but yet she was still trapped in this trunk.
Straining to hear for any sort of sound that would give her any indication of where she was, Olivia wasn’t prepared for the bright light that flooded her eyes as the trunk lid was lifted.
