"Geeze, does she ever check this shit? She's always been so bad with emails."
Via is terrible at handling emails. She often jokes about how many emails she can "Collect."
The truck is silent for a few minutes as Izzy searches through all of Via's emails. Part of me feels bad that we're digging through her personal stuff, but the other part is dying inside, clueless about what's happening. My heart is shattering.
What was supposed to be the perfect night for my girl and me is quickly turning into a living nightmare.
Suddenly, a loud bang sound cracks through the silence, and I notice Izzy throwing the phone down. Before I knew it, she was hyperventilating and shouting at me.
"Go faster, Ander, GO FASTER!" She's screaming at me frantically. The tears are falling down her cheeks, and the knot in my stomach tightens.
"Izzy, what? What did you find?" Maverick shouts over her screams while I sit there, dumbfounded, not even able to get a single sound out.
Two minutes away.
"Izzy, you need to calm down, breathe, and tell me exactly what you found that freaked you out," I demand, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down and keep my anger under control.
Izzy takes a few breaths, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she screams.
"He's out! There's an email that Via never read, mixed in with the hundreds of other unopened ones. . . Liam was released in September!"
Chapter thirty
Ander
My truck comes to an abrupt screeching halt in Via's driveway, and we all begin to rush out before it's even placed in park, running towards the house. As we inch closer, we get past the trees to the porch and see the wide-open front door. I stop, turning to Izzy and Mav.
"You both stay here, call 911 NOW!"
Without a second thought, I run back to my truck, grab my handgun from the console, and rush back to the porch.
I can feel a presence behind me as I reach the front door. Looking over my shoulder, I see Maverick.
"You aren't going in there alone, brother." I want to tell him to stay behind again that he's unarmed, and he has no idea how dangerous this asshole is, but I don't.
There's no doubt in my mind that this is Liam's doing. The texts Via thought she was having with Izzy weren't with Izzy after Izzy lost her phone five days ago. Then Izzy's car went out yesterday. Now, Liam is out of jail. All coincidences that seemtoo coincidental for me. Liam is behind this, and Via will not be safe until we find her. I will find her.
That dick head better hope, for his own sake, that she's untouched, unharmed, and mentally okay.
Maverick and I make our way through the front entrance, and he stays on my back as I clear the rooms.
The living room is clear.
The kitchen is clear.
The bathroom is clear.
Via's bedroom door is the only one that is closed; we can see straight into Izzy's room, which appears clear. We slowly open the door to Via's room, keeping my gun drawn, safety off, it's loaded, and I'm fucking ready.
There's no Liam. No Via. Then I see it: her dress. Her dress is ripped to shreds on the floor, where we notice a small pool of blood next to it.
"FUCK!" I scream, dropping to my knees, letting the gun fall to the floor next to me as I pull her dress into my arms.
"We were too late!"
I can't stop the screams from escaping. I just got her back. She was mine again. She has always been mine. Tonight was supposed to be our night. I will fucking rip that sick sadistic bastard to shreds when I find him.
Iwill find him. First, I need to findher.
