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Lawson studies me and reaches forward, his hands wrapping around the gate's bars. "Say, you don't want to earn some easy money, do you?"
I scowl at him and stride forward, jabbing my gun under his chin through the bars. "Don't fucking insult me."
Lawson holds his hands up and backs away, picking up a duffle bag from behind him. "My bad. You're a good-looking guy, is all. Easy money."
I glare at him as he walks away, whistling to himself like it's seven in the morning, not three.
Who the fuckisLawson, and why is he looking for Molly as if he's her boyfriend? Surely, he'd know where she was. Anyway, he has her phone number.
What was that shit about good looks and easy money? Fucking weird prick.
I stomp back into my house, locking the door behind me. Lawson probably thinks I'm a pretty rich kid who doesn't know how to defend myself. But he's wrong. I do.
But as I sink back into the sofa and dial Molly's number, something niggles at me. Something is wrong.
And if I'm right, then Molly could be in danger, and it's all my fault.
Aphrodite will kill me if anything happens to Molly, AND it's my fault.
'My little doll.'
I open another bottle of bourbon and call Molly repeatedly, sighing when I keep getting her voicemail.
What if Lawson has already found her? Surely, he's just an ex or something.
But coming here at three in the morning looking for her? What ex does that?
A psycho one.
I grit my teeth and put the bourbon down, heading for the door. Drinking won't solve this. I grab my car keys and gun and leave.
I need to find Molly and check that she's alright, and then I'll feel better. Purely because of Aphrodite. Maybe bring her home with me—fuck, what am I thinking? Why do I fucking care? Because she's hot, and we shared a kiss in the basement like psychos with her chained up? Hardly romantic, was it?
Hell fucking no.
But something tells me I need to check on her. After all, I started this, so all I need to do is check.
I drive to her house to see an ambulance outside with its lights flashing and a cop car beside it. My heart leaps into my mouth, and I step out of my car, staring at the scene before me. An older woman is crying, talking to a police officer who's scribbling on a pad, nodding her head. There's a stretcher rolling down the drive, but I can see it's not Molly from here. It's her dad.
Is this Colton's work?I whistle.That was fast.
"That bitch!"
I flinch as he shouts from the stretcher, and I stare around, looking for Molly. It's three in the morning—where is she? I scan the ambulance, but it's empty—she's not in there. I stride forward and approach a police officer, watching the scene from the side of his car, looking bored.
"Officer, my friend lives here. Is she okay?" I ask, hoping I look worried enough that he will tell me something. Otherwise, I'm going to have to bribe the cunt.
"Friend?" He frowns and looks back at the man on the stretcher and the woman crying. "This is everyone in the house, son." He looks at me closely. "Say, aren't you Jagger Knox?"
I sigh and turn away before he can ask any more questions. Ineedto find Molly.
11
MOLLY
The airport makes the most sense. Maybe I can get on the first plane out of here. Thank God I took my aunt's credit card. Because by the time they figure out where they think I am, I'll already be somewhere else. I've tried calling Aphrodite, but the calls aren't going through, which worries me more. But right now, I have to assume she's safe with Kaden.
I have more to worry about.
