Page 50 of Scarred Sins
If there’s an award for being the stupidest motherfucker alive, I’m the undefeated champion. There’s a good chance she won’t even notice that I’m gone, and since the door locks automatically as soon as it's closed, she’s not actually going to try and leave, right?
Right?
I called Dad, and as soon as he told me that Mom’s injuries aren’t severe, relief washed over me. Apparently, she got too angry to the point of entirely missing the person who sneaked up behind her. Once she sensed him, it was too late; he had already withdrawn his gun and shot her in the shoulder, but it’s not a terrible injury.
He, on the other hand, is no longer breathing.
I turn around, driving past two red lights, unable to stop myself from speeding up with each second. My heart thumps in my chest, barely hanging on. How in the world did I manage to leave the fucking key?
And as luck would fucking have it, the door is opened ajar. Rage builds inside of me; blood boils in my veins. I’m not upset with Blair. I’m upset with myself. It’s my fucking fault she managed to escape and that I was careless enough to allow it.
I didn’t doubt for a second, ever since I brought her to my home, that she was going to try leaving me one way or the other. To think that I’m the one to leave the door wide fucking open for her makes me fucking sick.
Not even that, but she took Arson with her, too.
Which means that she’s either going back to Wren’s apartment or she’ll find a hotel for the night. Now, I’m left all alone, and it will take some time to track down every hotel, motel, and Airbnb in the area— fuck, even the entire city.
As quickly as possible, my computers are all turned on, and immediately, I sit on the leather chair and begin the search. The cameras show her with nothing but a small bag and Arson in her arms as she rushes down the hallway, then into the elevator.
With the cameras that are outside, as well as the street footage, I was able to pinpoint exactly which direction she was taking. Instead of going toward Wren’s place, she went down the street in the opposite direction. I see her entering a bakery, then leaving shortly after with two bagels in hand.
The nearest hotel is four blocks away, and the weather is terrible.
As one of the richer parts of New York, the streets are busy, and she manages to blend in with the crowd. Not entirely, though, as I’ve always been able to recognize her, to spot her even if she’s surrounded by a million people.
I skim through the cameras, then halt.
There’s one missing.
From Arson’s collar.
“Fucking hell,’’ I hiss.
That’s something she was never supposed to know about. I never pried into her private moments. I was never going to violate her privacy like that – they were already stolen from her one too many times.
But since Arson was with her in Long Grove almost a hundred percent of the time, it was the easiest way to always have my eyes on her. There’s no way she’ll believe me now that she figured it out.
If shedidfigure it out, it means that she figured out the passcode of the surveillance room and was snooping around. Well, it’s not that difficult to guess the password, since it’s her birthday, but I never thought she’d actually do it.
In fact, it never crossed my mind that she might be curious about me.
My heart swells with happiness, a grin tugging on the corner of my lips.
Blair cares enough to snoop around, which means that she’s definitely getting used to having me around.
And now it’s all fucked up because I never got around to switching Arson’s collar, which I did get personally made previously. It’s exactly the same as the one with the camera, minus the said camera.
With a sigh, I close my eyes.
It’s going to take a lot of damage control to even try to repair the broken trust. She barely started trusting me, opening up, and I fucked it up quicker than I decided to massacre that prison to set my butterfly free.
Now, my main goal is to find her, safe and sound.
I tracked her down to a nearby park. She’s sitting on a bench with Arson sleeping next to her while my girl eats her bagel. She’s so deep in thought that she barely notices that a little girl sits down next to her.
Blair’s eyes snap to the girl’s direction once she is asked a question, and I watch as the fear morphs into a softer expression at the sight of the little child. Blair smiles, and the kiddo pets Arson, who seems to wake up from the slumber.
I transfer Blair’s location to my phone before grabbing a coat and heading outside. Bringing Blair back is my top priority as of right now, and then I have to go and visit Mom and help her get better, if Dad allows it.
