Page 75 of Die For Me

“Where the fuck is she?” I growled, my body shaking with rage.

She stared at me with her wide eyes.

“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. He just used me to get you to open the door,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “He had a cab waiting. I followed them downstairs as he carried her and he left me on the street.”

“What cab company was it?”

I squeezed her throat harder as she shook her head.

“I—I—I don’t know. It—”

“Think, Jackie!” I shouted.

“It was yellow. Yellow Cab,” she cried.

“Are you fucking positive?”

She nodded, her eyes terrified.Good.She deserves to feel that way after helping someone kidnap my wife.

I finally let go, and she coughed out for breath, sliding down the wall and crying.

“Does Michael have any other houses? Tell me everything you know,” I told her as I paced around the living room.

She stayed on the floor, crying as she put her knees to her chest. “He doesn’t tell me anything. All he’s done is use me. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone except himself.”

She was angry at him. This was good.

“Tell me, Jackie.” I leaned down to get closer to her. “Do you still love him?”

She looked up at me and blinked. She began to shake her head no. “He’s a fucking monster.”

I grew excited. I was playing nice guy now. “Would you tell the police what he did? Would you help me find Hana?”

She bit her lip and looked down at the floor. I was patient while I waited for her to answer.

“Yes. I can’t have him reeling me in over and over. He’ll fucking kill me one of these days.”

I tried to contain my excitement. “Good, Jackie. Come with me to the police department.” I stood and held my hand out for her.

She seemed to think for a moment. “Okay.” She grabbed my hand and let me help her up.

We walked out the door together, and I quickly texted Jessica:Jackie is coming to the police station with me. She’s telling them everything.

Jessica responded quickly:Oh thank God. I’ve talked to Michael’s aunt and uncle. They are shocked to learn of his behavior. They are trying to contact him now.

I smiled as I read the text. We were going to bring this fucker down, and I would have my wife back—all to myself.

Emily

Hana’s phone kept going straight to voicemail. Did she block me? I didn’t want to bother her but Ididwant to apologize. I wanted to support Hana’s decisions, no matter how outrageous they were. I just didn’t want her to get hurt.

And fucking Adam—he seemed so unfazed by all of this. Did I even know my own boyfriend, the man I was living with?

As I paced our living room, trying to call Hana for the 175th time, my phone rang with a call from Billie.

“Billie?” I answered, looking in the mirror at my confused face.

“Em, Hana’s in trouble,” she started.Oh fuck. “Apparently Michael has taken her. Can you fucking believe this is happeningagain? What the fuck is wrong with these men she gets involved with?”

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