Page 89 of Ruining Him
What the fuck?
Why do I feel like I’ve been on a three-day tequila binge…?
The last thing I remember was watching a movie on my laptop with Lana in bed after we’d eaten dinner with the guys, but it was too early for me to fall asleep.
I look to my right, only to find Lana’s side of the bed empty. Maybe she’s downstairs in the basement, working out, or she’s gone to class already? I glance to my left to check the time, only for my blood to run cold at the sight that greets me.
Sitting on the nightstand is a note and an empty syringe, right next to the clock that reads 5 a.m.
Lana fucking James. I’m going to kill her when I find her.
I pick up the note, reading over the words written on the page.
I’m sorry, but you’re the one who saidfair is fair.
Yeah, I meant about what we get up to in the bedroom, not about fucking drugging me. When Logan gave me what I needed to kidnap Lana that time, he gave me two doses just in case. She must have found the spare syringe and used it on me last night, leaving her to sneak out of the house without me knowing so she can go and get herself killed.
Because that’s exactly what she’s doing. She’s gone off on a fucking suicide mission, but like hell am I just going to sit here and wait to hear the news of her death.
Nope. I told her I’d chase her if she ran from me, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I jump from the bed, rushing to pull on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before I head through the house to grab my keys.
My mind is spinning with a hundred different scenarios about what she’s doing and where she is when I remember the tracker Dare and I put in her jacket.
Dare.
I can almost guaran-fucking-tee that heison campus, and she just didn’t want him to know about what happened yesterday for this exact reason.
I take out my phone and pull up the tracking app to see that she’s driving, and that she’s almost seven damn hours away.
I’m going to strangle her when I get my hands on her.
I rummage around the shit that’s been dumped on the kitchen island, looking for my car keys, when a throat clears behind me.
“You won’t find them,” Logan mutters, and I spin to face him, worry and rage simmering in my veins.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I growl andtake a step towards him. I swear to God, if he just let Lana walk out of here…
“She left last night.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and pace back and forth. “No shit she left last night,” I grunt, waving my phone in the air. “She’s seven goddamn hours away.”
His eyes narrow on my phone, and his jaw tics. “You’re tracking her?”
“Me and every asshole that’s being paid to kill her. Yes, I am tracking her. Now, give me your fucking car keys so I can go find her.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know what bad shit that girl is into, but you’re not in your right mind when it comes to her. Maybe it’s better if you just leave her to deal with it herself.”
My body shakes, and my vision blurs around me.
Leave her to deal with it herself?
Fuck. No.
“I don’t care what you think, man. I’m going after her,” I say, heading towards the door.
“Jesus Christ, Cole. You’re fucking crazy when it comes to this girl,” he mutters, making me spin around to face him.
