Page 125 of Between Regrets and Promises

What the fuck do you want?

I grit my teeth so hard, the shooting pain is a welcome distraction while I try to sort my thoughts.

Dalton

Aren’t you paying attention, asshole? You get to watch me torture her, and knowing you’ll never find her in time to save her will be the cherry on top. Killing her will be revenge for killing someone I loved. Then you’ll be next because justice will be served. But I might make her suffer for a while…it’ll be fun watching your reaction as I describe your girlfriend’s last moments breathing. Perhaps I’ll have her mouth around my cock first. I’ll take some pics for you.

Liam stands in the kitchen, watching me as I lose my fucking mind. “What is it?”

With shaky hands, I hand him the phone with the messages on the screen. I’m shaking so hard, and my heart races so fast it threatens to give out.

This sick asshole has my entire world and could literally end it all. Needing to chill out, I go into the bathroom, glancing at an unrecognizable version of myself, and turn on the water. I splash my face, trying to get control. Nearly ten minutes pass before I walk back into the kitchen where Liam is and grab my phone from him.

“You okay?” he asks.

Before I can speak, there’s a knock on the door. When I open it, I find Hunter with concern in his eyes.

“Explain,” he orders, pushing past me.

Liam meets us in the living room, and I start from the beginning when I found out who Caleb was and give him all the details of what’s happening. His facial expressions go from shocked to upset to raging pissed.

“So you have no idea where she could be?” Hunter asks, pacing the room. I can see the pulse in his neck erratically beating and know it mirrors my own.

My nostrils flare when I think about how that asshole could’ve taken her anywhere. “Not a clue. Not until we get a location from Jerad.” Pulling my phone from my pocket, I open the text messages I’ve received from Sophie’s phone and show Hunter.

“That motherfucker,” he barks after reading the thread. “He’s stolen my fucking sister!”

I appreciate how protective he is of Sophie too. He’s marrying her sister and has known her as long as I have. When I glance back at the picture of her tied to the chair, it makes me sick to my goddamn stomach. Her lips are busted, and her face is already bruising. When I find him, he’s a dead man.

“You can see why we can’t tell Lennon or Maddie right now,” I say so he doesn’t message them.

When Jerad calls, I put it on speaker.

“I’ve got some info,” he says.

“Tell me.”

“Okay, so I was able to track her number, and it looks like she’s on the north side of town. It’s picking up at the cell tower over by Glenwood Meadows. So she’s got to be in that area.”

“Glenwood Meadows?” Liam confirms, and I nod. He heads out the door, and Hunter and I follow him.

Jerad continues. “If you need backup or want me to put out an alert, please call me, Mason. I don’t want you getting into any more trouble or, hell, hurt. It’s the last thing you need right now. You need?—”

“I got it,” I interrupt. “If I need anything else, I’ll let you know,” I tell him. “And thank you, man. I appreciate your help. I’ll keep you updated.” I end the call before jumping into the truck.

Liam speeds out of the driveway, and my phone vibrates again with picture after picture of Sophie crying and screaming. His fucking sick messages have tears threatening to fall because I can’t comprehend what she must be going through or how she’s feeling. I’d give up everything to get her back, even my own life.

The images burn in my mind, but I force myself to look at them. I want the anger to fuel my every move, and I plan to make him pay for this. He’ll be sorry he ever went near her, and I don’t give a fuck about the consequences.

Mason

Hurt her and see what happens…I’ll be your worst nightmare.

He sends a text back with a cut down the length of Sophie’s arm. Blood is everywhere. It doesn’t look deep, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go deeper next time he feels like proving a point.

Dalton

You’re not very smart, are you? This is a game, fucker. And you’re losing.

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