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“He left because he said I was safe with you all, but to call him if I needed anything.”
“You don’t need to call him for shit,” Milo snarls.
She looks up and him angrily and then directs her attention to me. “I think I know who took her. It was the guy from prom. I didn’t realize it at first, until I learned she was missing. It took me a minute, but I saw him on campus today, so it had to be him.”
“Do you mean Jacob?” Milo says.
“Yes. I swear it was him, except he looked a little different.”
My phone rings, and it’s my team leader at the scene so I raise my hand to stop the conversation. “Security here has footage, and I’m sending it to you now to do your thing with the software.” He explains the info, and I get to my computer, waiting for the footage while I boot my tracking system.
“He’s caught leaving the campus in an ambulance. We’ve traced it. We’ve sent a team to search for it, but I’m not sure if they changed vehicles.”
“Keep on it.” I look back at everyone after I end the call.
“Angie, thank you. Please go home and get some rest. Someone will escort you there.”
“Please let me know when you bring her home safe. We were supposed to have a girls’ day tomorrow.” She wipes tears from her face. It’s the first time I’m hearing this, but I know Elsa said she’d been neglecting her bestie and they needed to hang out again. Maybe they just made plans.
“Hopefully soon,” I add.
As soon as she’s gone, Emiliano looks right at his son and asks, “What the fuck happened, Milo?”
He drops to one of the chairs, running his hand over his face. “The night of prom, the bastard drugged her and attempt to assault her, but she ran to the bathroom and called Mom.”
“That was over two fucking years ago.” His chest is heaving with anger.
“Take a fucking seat before you pass out.” The man nearly died earlier today and he’s pushing it.
“Who the fuck was going to tell me about this?” he barks out.
“I thought I’d handled it, Dad.”
“Your mom didn’t tell me either.” There was a sense of betrayal in his tone that I knew hurt.
Milo sighed. “It’s not like mom didn’t want to tell you, but Elsa asked us not to. She was mortified and afraid that you’ve never let her out of your sight again.”
“Damn fucking right.”
“Security was high on her. She already wasn’t leaving the house after this happened.” He scrunched his brows together like he was remembering something.
“So why didn’t you kill him?”
“The only reason I didn’t kill the bastard was because there were too many people that knew she was the last one with him.”
“What did you do to him?” I ask, wanting all the details.
“I permanently disfigured the son of a bitch and sent him on his way without the ability to hurt a woman again. I told him if I ever caught him in town that I’d kill him. I thought he learned his lesson. I had no idea he was going to come back to get her.”
“He’s a fucking fool,” Boomer adds. “Does he have any idea who he’s fucking with?”
“This time, I’m going to end him.”
I shake my head because the privilege will be mine. “No, I’m going to do it. He touched my fucking woman.”
“I don’t care; I’m going to be the one to kill him.”
His father steps between us and snarls, “First come, first serve. I don’t care who does it. He doesn’t walk away. Understood?”
