Page 133 of Stutter

I shake my head. “You can’t. Like John, Raven’s stepdad, you can only remarry if your spouse dies.”

“How did Monroe’s wife die?” He asks.

“Officially? Suicide,” I murmur and my gaze flicks back out to the window as we start crossing the bridge to get to Kingston. “Unofficially, she was found at the bottom of the stairs. Having been pushed when she tried to leave them in the middleof the night. Mom hears all the gossip from the maids. That’s why she gets along with them so well.”

Mav makes a face, and Damon turns in his seat to face me. “Aren’t Sabrina’s parents divorced?”

“Yeah, but that was a special case. I don’t know what all happened after Charlie died, but because he no longer had a legacy, Sabrina being a girl and all, there was nothing really tying them together anymore. Now, if Sabrina has a son, he automatically gets grandfathered into the Syndicate as a legacy due to blood relations… even if they’re dirt poor. And that’s few and far between. It’s the only time you’ll see someone without money at Rayne-Moore and again, they’re low on the totem pole. They don’t get to marry anyone of high class unless they miraculously begin to make millions of dollars while they’re there. But they do become Syndicate henchmen.”

“Huh.”

“So many rules,” Damon grumbles with a lifted brow, turning back in his seat to face forward. He has no idea.

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It’s dead silence when I open the front door.

“Honey, we’re home!” I call out, but again, there’s no flow of cello music stopping. No feet running from upstairs to get to me and it’s fucking cold in the house. Freezing.

“Siren!” Mav calls out.

Kronos barks from the back yard but it sounds… it sounds weak. My stomach swoops when he whines, pawing at the ground.

“Baby?” I make my way from the front door to the back and see the back door wide open. I can hear the guys walking behind me and when I look outside, my heart stops. Kronos is walking in circles, sniffing the yard and growling.

“Amourette!” Damon cries but Kronos keeps whining.

I run upstairs, seeing the balcony doors open and scream for her again.

Nothing.

“Jonas!” Maverick yells for me from downstairs.

“What?” I run back downstairs, my heart racing.

“She’s not here! The app! She’s…”

I look over at Damon, eyes wild.

“Where is she?”

He shrugs. “Her last known location was over the Atlantic.”

I can’t. “Check the fucking cameras. Someone took her. She wouldn’t leave us.”

“On it,” Mav says nodding and heading to the study.

My palms are sweating, stomach cramping. “I shouldn’t have gone. I knew going to meet those coaches was a bad idea.”

Damon tries to shush me, but I move away from his touch, rejecting it. “Not now. I can’t right now.” I tell him, hoping he understands this isn’t about him.

“This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was! We all knew someone was watching!”

“We thought it was Arlo. Remember?”

My stomach tightens and I groan. Playing football in front of thousands, whatever. My mom telling me I have to find the ledger and burn it, sure. But Raven being taken? I can’t stand it. They could be doing anything to her.Anything. “Why isn’t the chip working?” I ask roughly.

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