Chapter 148 Storm
Richard's POV
Fucking finally! I have no idea how many hours I've wasted on not getting my answers. I should've gone straight to my dad's place. I knew he was involved; I just didn't have any proof. Now I've got the proof, and I don't give a shit if it wasn't legal. I own their fucking villa! And there will be no keeping me from what I need to find Josie. Not even my useless parents.
I call Officer Martin. "We've got the location. But I need fucking back up!" I inform him as I push through the fucking wind and finally making it to my car.
I had hoped this storm would hold off for a few more hours, but of course it came early. It's just my fucking fate to have to drive through a blizzard in order to get to my sweet little dancer. I'm just hoping she's somewhere safe and warm.
"We're on our way!" He responds, though the reception keeps cutting off. Snowstorms seem to be working overtime. I just hope the power doesn't go out. Not until I have Josie back home and safe. After that I couldn't care less. I've got a generator, and a fireplace!
I drive through the fucking snowstorm praying to God I don't end up in a ditch somewhere while I'm trying to save the woman I love. The wind is pounding on my car, trying to push me off the road. All the horsepower in the world isn't going to be able to match a fight with this gale.
The location isn't far from here, but even if it was right next door, driving through a fucking white-out is not a good idea! I can already see the lights along the side of the road flickering. This is not good.
I swerve through the snow and curse as I lose control. It's not like I can even see the ice! The snow is already a few inches deep, and it's only been a half hour since it started.
Luckily, I regain control just as fast. I don't have time to be stuck in a ditch somewhere while God knows what is going on with my Josie. Nerves are mixing with a pot of anxiety, stewing deep in my belly. I don't know what the fuck my dad has to do with Josie, but I'm praying she's not being raped again.
I push through the blinking snow, hoping my damn GPS doesn't lose signal. So far it hasn't said much but get onto the main street. I look over at the glaring map, and it seems to be fucking stuck. It's buffering right now and I want to smash it to bits! But I don't.
I tap it again.
"C'mon! C'mon! You fucking piece of plastic! Work!" I growl out in frustration.
"Recalculating," the automated voice states. "GPS off-line.
"Shit!" I snarl. I don't have time for this! I need to be by Josie, and I needed to be there days ago! This fucking delay is killing me. Why can't just one thing go my way tonight?
I pull over to the side of the road and read the address once more. I think I know where this is, but... I've never been there. I think this is the warehouse district.
I close my eyes. "God, I know I am the last person you should listen to, but please help me get Josie back." I don't pray as nearly often as I should, but if anyone is going to get me through this, I'm hoping God's ears are willing to listened to me tonight.
Then I take a deep breath and pull back onto the snowy roadway, praying I can get to her in time. I don't know what the hell I'm walking in on, but it doesn't matter. I'm getting her back.
I swerve again and hope the damn snowplows will be out by the time I've got Joise away from the bastard. The last thing I want to do is for me to get there and be fucking stuck! I want to go home and be away from my father. If I'm stuck, the cops will also be stuck!