look where the fuck we are. That bastard walked right into the ER and took her without a single person stopping him, so now, I’m doing this shit my way.”
“Shane—” Chase starts, but I shake my head at him.
“I’m getting my fucking woman back. Ain’t asking your permission to do it.”
I walk away and call Julia on Amy’s phone. I ask her to meet me by the police line, which she does. She gives me Amy’s cell and I can see the anxiety in her face.
“I hope you find her,” she says.
“I will.” There’s no other option but to find her. I pocket the phone and head back over to Crank, who is waiting just out of the way of the emergency vehicles.
“Get what you need?” he asks.
I nod as I climb in, shutting the door behind me.
I flick through Amy’s phone, thankful she doesn’t have a passcode on it, and find Natalie’s number.
She picks up on the second ring.
“Amy?”
“It’s Whizz—Shane,” I amend, remembering Amy introduced me by my real name. “Your attacker took Amy. I need his name and for you to tell me everything you know about him, and Natalie, I need it fast.”
She gives me all the details she can think of. As soon as I finish on the phone with Natalie, I call Flash.
I don’t let him speak as the call connects. “Need you to find anything you can about a Rick Jameson. I need to know where the fuck he’d take Amy.”
“On it. We’ll find her, brother.”
At his words, I feel some of the tension in my chest loosen. I’m going to get Amy back, even if it kills me.
35
Amy
Rick has lost his mind. He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his gun, which is pointing at me. I have no idea where he’s going. Honestly, I’m not sure if he knows either. I keep silent, not wanting to say anything to upset him as he rambles to himself.
I think about Shane and how worried he’ll be when he finds out I’m missing. My heart hurts for him. He will freak out when he discovers I’m gone. I don’t want to think worst case scenarios, but I’m wondering if this morning was the last time I’ll ever see him. The thought is a sobering one.
“Where are we going?” I hazard to ask, my voice shaky.
“Somewhere the police won’t find us.”
A chill runs through me.
I close my mouth and try to focus on surviving. I won’t go down without a fight. I won’t let him kill me without giving him everything I’ve got first. I want to see Shane again. I want to have babies with him, marry him, live my white picket fence dream, but that might not be my choice now.
He stops outside a house on the outskirts of town and my heart starts to beat faster. I can’t see any neighbors or buildings around and the property is surrounded by thick woodlands that hide it from the main road. No one will ever find me out here. I swallow bile as he climbs out of the car and comes around to my door. The gun is pointed at my face as he opens the door.
“Out.”
I climb out on shaky legs and stumble when he shoves me to get me moving. We step inside the house and my eyes go everywhere. It’s clean inside, but it’s clear it hasn’t been lived in for a while. The furniture is covered with sheets and there’s a layer of dust around the surfaces.
I cough as the particles in the air hit the back of my throat, the musty smell clogging my nose.
Rick shoves me so hard, I stumble and hit the floor. I cry as I throw my hands out to stop my fall, but pain still ricochets through my arms.
“I don’t know what the fuck to do with you,” he admits.
“Let me go then.”
He glares at me as he paces the floor. “I’m not going to fucking jail.”
He’s going there for a long time. Firstly, for Natalie’s attack, and now for my kidnapping. I don’t tell him that, though. He’s already riled.
“I’m not going to fucking jail!”
The gun discharges, and a bullet skims the floor inches from my foot. Fuck. This guy is unstable.
“Sit on the chair.”
I do as he says, sitting on top of the dusty sheets. I’m sure my scrubs are covered in muck now, but that’s the least of my worries.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell