Page 43 of Jagger
"Colton, how do you know this?" I can't help but interrupt as he sighs.
"CCTV. Someone dragged her into a car. It looks like something is wrong with her."
My heart hardens at his words. If anyone has hurt her?—
"Send it to me now," I hiss, hanging up.
I can't stop pacing until I get the video. My palms are sweating, and my mind is playing multiple scenarios that make me murderous. I'm definitely going to kill someone.
The video is crystal clear, and I watch as Molly steps out of a coffee shop, glancing around before a hand presses to her chest. Her body tilts forward like she can't breathe.
I know what's happening to her. She's having a panic attack.
"Breathe, Jagger," my nanny says kindly.
But I can't, I can't breathe! My chest feels tight, and I'm choking. How am I choking? There's nothing in my throat…
Dizziness sweeps over me, and I begin to shake violently.
I'm going to die.
"It will pass," my nanny tells me soothingly, her fingers brushing my hair from my eyes as she smiles at me. "I promise. Look at me, Jagger."
I feel like I'm no longer in my body, but I listen to her voice, clinging to it like a raft in a storm.
"You've got this. You're such a strong boy. I'm so proud of you."
"Come on, Molly," I whisper to the screen as someone approaches her. Someone I recognize, even with that fucking baseball cap covering most of his face. I know his height, build, and the way he fucking grabs her.
Lawson Veng.
She fights him, and my entire body is on fire.
I'm sick of her fighting everyone. But mainly him. Why won't he leave her alone, the sick fuck?
I grit my teeth together so hard that pain slices through my gums. He holds something to her nose, and she slumps forward, then he wastes no time in shoving her into a car. I squint at the screen but can't see who it is in the car. But someone is—someone other than Lawson.
Ringing fills my ears, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. I replay the video, but there's nothing else to see. It's a different car from the one Lawson had last time.
That fucker has a death wish. I've already paid himheavilyto leave her alone.
So when a text message fills my screen, I'm hardly surprised.
My stomach drops, and I bite my tongue, blood spilling into my mouth when I see the video of Molly with a black eye andsplit lip. Her head hangs low as her lips move, trying to form a word.
"What are you trying to say, pretty girl?" Lawson coos, sweeping her hair back so I can see her.
I'm going to murder him.
Tears spill out of her eyes, and I exhale, trying to remain calm. It's pointless; I'm anything but calm.
"He…"
"Come on, Molly, you can do better than that."
I want to rip his voice from his throat and his heart from his chest.
How dare he hurt her like this?Why?
