Page 102 of Run For Me
I get back to the house later than I expect to. My favorite diner isn’t far from her house, but the line was long and they were short a cook. I let myself into the house and put the food down on the counter.
“Sailor!” I call out, smiling to myself over how normal this is.
Coming home to her with food. Waking up with her in the morning. Calling out her name, knowing she’s here waiting for me.
I never thought myself domestic, but fuck, Sailor makes me want this with her every fucking day.
“Sailor!” I call again, leaving the food on the kitchen counter to head to her room. Maybe she fell back asleep. We had a busy night. Or maybe she’s lying in bed, naked, waiting for me to enjoy her for an appetizer.
She isn’t in her room, though, so I pop my head into the bathroom. I don’t see her there either, so I check the spare room. Empty.
What the fuck.
Her car is in the driveway, so she didn’t leave that way. Did she go for a walk? Weird, but I guess it could have happened.
I pull my phone from my pocket to call her. It rings, the sound loud in my ear and echoing from her bedroom. A heavy pit forms in my stomach as I walk into the room and find the phone on the bed.
I end the call, then pull up the camera feed. I see myself in her room, and swipe to the living room camera, then use the bar to rewind. What I find has me seeing red.
Mindy standing in the living room, arms crossed, watching as some meathead carries Sailor out the door. My fingers tremble as I call Mindy, only to realize I blocked her number.
“Fuck!” I roar as I pace, working my way through my settings to unblock her and then hit dial.
“Hey, baby,” Mindy coos. Fucking coos as if she’s not about to be gutted by me.
“You stupid fucking cunt. Where is she?” I seethe.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she says innocently. “I’m doing you a favor.”
“The only thing you did is get yourself killed.”
I end the call and storm out of the house to my car. There is no way Mindy is working alone. She isn’t that smart, nor does she have the means to do so. And that meathead looked familiar. Meaning my mother is involved.
I speed the entire way to her house, swerving into her driveway and nearly smashing into the garage. I kick through the front door and storm into the house.
“Mother!” I shout, knocking things down as I search through her house. The coat rack, lamps, books off the shelf. “Where the fuck are you?” I call out as I move through the rooms, checking each one and ready to murder.
“What is with all the shouting?” she complains from somewhere behind me.
I whirl around and barrel back into the main room, finding her at the bottom of the staircase. My hand is around her throat, shoving her against the wall before she can say a word. Despite being able to end her life at any second, she looks calm. Composed. She knows I won’t do it.
I would. I so fucking would. But I can’t until I know where Sailor is. It’s tempting though. So fucking tempting to squeeze until the life leaves her eyes. I’ve wanted to do it for years. I’ve dreamt of it.
“You’re wrong to think I won’t do it,” I growl. “I’ve cleaned up bodies before. Yours will be easy.”
Her face turns a light shade of red, but still, she shows no sign of fear. What a fucking crazy bitch.
Her hand wraps around my wrist, and she applies pressure to push me off. I growl, squeezing tighter. Her eyes flash with something, and then I let go, worried I am going to kill her. It has to wait. She has too many people in her pocket. I’ll never find Sailor without her.
“Where is she?” I ground out.
“Oh, please, Jaxon. As if she matters all that much.” She rubs at her throat casually. “You hardly know the girl.”
“This isn’t a fucking game,” I roar. “And I have no problem killing you.”
“Everything is a game, Jaxon. You should know this by now.”
“What are you getting out of this, hm?”
