Chapter 107 Screwed
But before I even get to the car I trip over something... I can't really see it in the dark. I pick it up and my stomach sinks. There is no way in hell she's leaving without this. Why would she fucking drop her purse? She goes everywhere with this thing! It's got her keys and ID! Not to mention her money...
I reach for my phone and dial a number. "Grant! I need you to check the last 10 minutes of video feed from the front of the house! I'll be right there!" I growl, pushing back through my door and slamming it shut while I hanging up the phone.
I rush through the entry way without giving Olivia a second glance.
It takes me less than 30 seconds to rush to the little room I used for security. I have all my monitors on the wall and a computer set up to the desk. A chair for whoever is on duty and a fucking phone. That is the extent of the room.
"RICKY! COME BACK!" Gina snarls. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH THAT SKANK?"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HER AND I'M MARRYING HER ON FUCKING SATURDAY!" I snarl back. "I need to find her before she does something stupid!"
Gina freezes as I push through the little door. I don't care. She can fucking leave now! Scratch that! She should've already fucking left the moment she stepped into my home! She was never supposed to be here in the first place! I'm going to have some words with Grant and his team for letting the bitch enter my room.
I lean over the chair Grant is currently sitting in as he is queuing up the fucking feed from the front door. Thank God something is going my way. I can always count on Grant!
"What the hell do you mean you are marrying the bitch?" Gina growls, pushing her way into the little room.
"Didn't you hear me the first time Gina? Josie is wearing my fucking ring! I am marrying her and you just fucking ruined every damn thing I've been working for!" I shout. "GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!" I fume, trying to shove her out of the room.
But she doesn't leave. She just folds her arms across her very visible breasts. All she's fucking wearing right now is her sheer bra and thong! Why the hell doesn't she have fucking clothes on? Did she walk inside my house naked?
Grant doesn't even bother sending the skank a look. I'm going to need one of his guys to get rid of the bitch because I'm not going to touch her again.
"Here it is Rick," he states, then presses play.
My focus is on the screen. My heart picks up, even though I haven't seen a damn thing yet. I just know something went wrong.
There is my girl, coming down the drive, heading for her car. So she wasn't planning on leaving it? She's searching her purse, but how the hell can she see in the fucking dark?
And then she freezes, dropping her purse. "Whose there?" she calls out. She sounds fucking scared.
Dread twists my stomach as I watch her face. Even in the dark she looks so damn nervous. Did she just run away? That doesn't make any sense! It would be better if she got in her car... That way I could fucking track her!
Then a shadowy figure steps out from the darkness. What the hell? Who the hell was on my property and why the hell didn't I know about it until now?
"Where the hell did he come from?" I growl, pointing at the screen.
"Don't know, boss, but we'll get right on it!" Grant assures me, picking up his phone and dialing is team. I don't pay attention to the convo because my eyes are fucking peeled and only watching Josie.
My stomach sinks as I watch him proceed to stalk towards my girl. I don't even need to watch the rest of this to know what's going to happen... But I just can't fucking look away.
She makes a dash for her car, but he traps her under his body. He whispers something into her ear, too quiet for the system to pick up. She is struggling under his hold.
She goes limp in his arms.
Then he drags her away to a car parked just out of reach of this camera. I listen as she shoves her into the car, slams the door, and drives off.
"I want to know every damn thing about that fucking car!" I instruct, trying not to have a panic attacks.
"On it boss. They are already searching the grounds!" Grant grunts, fiddling around on the keyboard and bringing up another camera angle.
I pace the small room, running my fingers through my hair. Someone abducted my girl because I was fucking messed up. That is all I can think. I want to cry. I want to scream at the universe. But all I can fucking do is pace and panic.
I'm so fucking screwed.