Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I’ll be there, Doc. Send me what appointments you need, and I’ll be there.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Briella. I hope you find your sister soon. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
I hang up the phone and finish up with the doctor before heading back out to where Mykel has been patiently waiting for the last three hours. He stands when I walk over, and I put up a hand, giving him a smile. “I’m all good. Everything is fine. We can go home.”
“You goin’ to tell me what the fuck is happenin’?”
“I have low blood sugar,” I lie. “It gets out of control, I’m working hard to get it back on track but it’s not going as planned. I’m okay now.”
He nods but doesn’t look convinced. I wouldn’t either. I know nothing about low blood sugar, it was just the first thing that came to my mind that would be the most believable.
“Well, I’m not convinced you’re okay but I’m glad you’re still standin’. Let’s get you back to Cohen’s.”
I nod and we walk out of the hospital and head back to Cohen’s house. When we arrive, I see Alarick’s truck in the driveway. Great, that’s just what I need right now. To deal with him and his wrath.
I get out of the truck and walk inside to see all the guys sitting at the table, discussing something. When I walk in, their heads all come up and the moment I see their faces, I know something is wrong. I don’t know how, maybe it’s the way they’re all looking at me like they’re about to tell me the worst news of my life, or maybe it’s the way Alarick hasn’t growled something horrible to me yet.
“What’s going on?” I ask, starting at Alarick first, because he’s least likely to protect my feelings. “Flick, what’s happening?”
I say his nickname without thought, but I see the way his eyes flash.
“You good?”
“I’m fine. Just a blood sugar issue. What’s going on?”
He looks to Cohen, who stands and says, “Sit in my seat, Bri.”
“You’re scaring me,” I whisper as I sit down in the chair. “Can you tell me what’s happening?”
“We found Magnolia’s car.”
It’s Flick who speaks, so my eyes move to him and he stares at me, looking the least angry I’ve seen him since I came home. “And?” I say, my voice tight.
“It was abandoned on an old highway. Got a report about it a few hours ago. Sent Samson and Kendric to go check it out, and soon figured out who it belonged to.”
“Okay,” I say, shaking my head. “So, her car is there, was she?”
“No,” Kendric adds, taking over. “No, she wasn’t, but gotta tell you, honey, it looked bad. There was a lot of blood around the area and in the front driver’s side. Also what looked like a gunshot hole in the left hand side window and in the panels on the car.”
My head spins. Wait, are they telling me that they think Magnolia got shot? She’s ... hurt? Or worse?
“She wasn’t there,” I whisper. “You think someone hurt her.”
“Her phone was there, all her things, but she wasn’t. Blood trailed off toward another set of tire marks, and it ended there. Got to assume someone took her, meaning she could still be alive otherwise they probably would have just left her in the car,” Samson tells me, giving me a small nod in an attempt to let me know he understands.
I shake my head and then drop it into my hands, taking a deep steady breath to try and calm myself. Magnolia is missing. I have no idea where she could be or who she is with. All I know is that what was meant to be a quick trip is now becoming a complicated one, one that I’m not sure I can deal with right now, you know, tumor in my brain and all.
“We’ll find her,” Alarick says, his voice strong and determined. “Know people, we’ll find her.”
“What if she’s dead?” I say, looking up at him. “What if the last person I have left is dead.”
My voice breaks and I stand, “I’m sorry.”
I walk off down the hall, unable to deal with this a second longer. If something has happened to Mag’s, I don’t know if I can deal with it. She’s my sister, the only person in my family I have left. If she’s gone, I’m alone. Truly alone.
I don’t know if I can take that.
I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.
I close my bedroom door and walk over to the bed, putting my head in my hands and taking a few deep breaths. I wonder what could have happened to her. Is she hurt? Dead? Is she willingly with someone? I have so many questions and not so many answers. I want to know, more than anything, but I’m unable to do anything at this point when I have no idea where to even start.