Southern Heart Madison, Natasha (ebook and pdf reader .txt) 📖

for this to dry." I walk back to the outside and look down at the blood. "In seven minutes, it would be dry but not seeped in this much." I look over at Jacob, who comes over and checks it out.

"He’s right," Jacob says. "There is no way this would be this dry in seven minutes."

"So what the fuck are you saying right now?" Beau says, his voice rising. "All I know is that my daughter is somewhere, and we don’t fucking know where."

"He must have triggered the alarm," Ethan says, shaking his head, and I walk back into the house, going to the front door, and I see it now.

"He cut the wires," I say, holding it up in my hand.

"Where the fuck is the truck?" Quinn now says. "She came here in Grandma’s truck."

"He probably took it," I say, and now Jacob gets his phone out.

"I put a GPS tracking system in it last year," he says and then talks into the phone. "I need a location for my mother-in-law’s truck."

I close my eyes and then look back down at my hand that is shaking uncontrollably. "Are you going to be okay?" Quinn looks over at me, and then he asks Ethan.

"It’s the adrenaline in his body," he says. "He’ll be fine."

Even though he says it, I know that this isn’t true. I won’t be fine. I will never ever be the same. I brought this here to her. I made this happen. I put her in all of this danger. I knew I should have walked away. Knew I should have fought her every step of the way, but for once, I felt this happiness I had never known. For once, I felt like a normal person, but I should have known that this shit doesn’t happen to me. It’s not written in the sky for me. No matter how many fucking sunrises I look at, they will all be the same.

"Something isn’t right," I say, looking around. The white curtain moves, and I walk over to it. I spot the fingerprint right away. "He was here." I shake my head. "How long was he here for before we even knew?”

"It’s like he was waiting for her," Ethan says, and I turn to look at them.

"He was waiting for me," I say, looking at the men, "and instead, he got her."

"We are going to find her," Beau says, and I have to wonder if he is convincing me of this or himself.

I look over at Ethan, who is thinking the same thing I’m thinking. Both of us are wondering how much torture he is going to inflict on her. I can’t close my eyes without seeing her blood. "Don’t do it." Ethan comes now to stand beside me. "Don’t let your mind go there."

"If I wasn’t here, he wouldn’t have her," I say what all of the men are thinking. Jacob’s phone rings, and I look over at him.

"They found the truck," he says. “It’s about a mile from here.”

We rush out of the house, everyone getting into the cars that they drove here in. My stomach flips and flops as my heart speeds up so fast it sounds like horses galloping beside me. The burning creeps up in the back of my neck. "I can’t live without her," I finally say, the pain in my chest now coming back again. "She is everything."

"We are going to fucking find her," Ethan says. "Or we are going to die trying."

"When we find her,” I look over at him, "I want you to take her away." He looks at me. "I want you to leave me with him." I make a list in my head now about all the things I’m going to do to him. The torture I am going to inflict on him fills my body. Shooting him will be too easy. No, not for my father. He deserves to be in hell before I finally put him there.

"She won’t leave you," Ethan reminds me. "Not after all this."

I see the truck in front of us pull into a deserted road. The sound of the rocks are hitting the truck as we speed there. Tree branches slap at the windows, and we finally come to a clearing, and I see the truck there in the middle of nowhere.

I don’t wait for the truck to stop before I’m jumping out of the truck and running to the truck that sits idle in the middle of the woods. "Chelsea!” I scream her name, opening the door and seeing that it’s empty.

Jacob and Casey now come over with flashlights, and all we see is blood in the back seat. "Fuck!" I roar out.

I look up at the sky while the phone rings from the truck. I jump forward as I find Chelsea’s phone. An unknown number flashes on the screen. I press the green button and bring the phone to my ear. "Do I have your attention yet?"

Chapter 32

Chelsea

The sound of the truck door opens, and I’m pulled out now. My eyes open halfway as he carries me from my grandmother’s truck to a beat-up blue truck parked in a wooded area. "Let’s see how long it takes for them to find the truck," he says as he opens the door to the beat-up truck. The hinges creak loudly in the silent dark forest. He tosses me on the long bench, my shoulder crying out in pain.

The driver’s door opens now, making the same creaking noise as the other door did. "Let’s get the fuck out of here." He starts the truck, and it rolls over. I close my eyes and pray that it doesn’t start. But after three times, it finally starts up, and I close my eyes as he drives away from the truck. Every single minute, I’m getting farther and farther away from Mayson.

My body jumps every time he goes over a bump, and I float away at some point that I don’t even notice when