Page 51 of Simply You & Me

There's absolutely nothing out here. I don't waste time checking the location. Instead, I shove my way out of my car, ready to get my woman.

"Addie!" Julian shouts, urging my nerves into a frenzy.

I have to get to her. My dolly is hurt and pregnant, lying out here somewhere in the overgrown weeds off the highway. How could I let this happen? What boyfriend… what father… allows this to fucking happen?!

"Found her!" Marc's voice shouts from the tall grass.

Rushing forward, a harsh grunt is forced out of my mouth when Jackson stops me with a firm hand to my chest. "Get out of my way!" I roar, needing eyes on my woman. Readying to rip one of Rylee's husbands to pieces, I notice he has Julian's arm in a punishing grip, too.

"Stop, Zach. Remember, she requested us to get her, not you." Jackson shoves me a bit, dragging a stiff Julian along with us.

I can't do this. Adelyn is in a fucking ditch! "Like hell! Get off me, right the fuck now."

Jackson clenches his jaw, pushing me once again. "No. Addie said no. I don't know what the fuck’s going on here, but my friend specifically asked NOT to see you. So, I suggest you back the fuck up before she realizes you aren't respecting her goddamn wishes."

"Zach," Julian breathes, drawing my attention.

Halting my retort, I look to see what has his face paling. There, pushing through the tall weeds, is Marcus, holding a swaying bundle to his chest. Dolly.

"Hospital. NOW!" Marcus roars, the panic, and force staining his usual teasing voice has me ready to put a bullet in anyone who so much as looks at Adelyn wrong.

I lurch forward, needing her in my arms, only to be stopped once again. "She. Said. No." Jackson's pissed, but so am I.

Stepping into JJ's space, I clench my fist and shift my weight. Red hazes my vision, and all I can see are obstacles between me and the woman I love. My veins sizzle with fire; a burning rage demanding I vanquish anything in my path.

A touch on my bicep has my fist flying toward the opponent without thought. I brace myself for the pain to come, but my punch only meets air, tossing my balance off kilter. Suspended for a beat too long leaves my body vulnerable to the attack coming. Without a preamble, my back slams into the hard surface of my truck, forcing precious air from my lungs.

"Enough, Z."

The use of Rory's nickname for me clears my tunneled vision. Julian wavers in and out of focus until a hot grip surrounds my throat.

"Come back to me," he murmurs, flexing his fingers enough to steal all my attention. "There you are."

"Julian," I croak, unable to contain the wave of fear, sorrow, and desperation from my voice.

His forehead drops to mine. "I know. But JJ's right. She didn't want us here. We have to go now, okay? She's unconscious. We have to get to the hospital."

When he pulls away, I finally notice Jackson's car is gone, and with it, so are Addie and our baby. The absence of them kicks me in the ass, leaving me itching to speed after them. Dragging Julian in for a hard kiss, I thank him for keeping me in line.

Jackson was right, but it doesn't matter. I need to get to my Dolly.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Wyatt

What good am I if it takes me hours to track down my woman? Fucking hours. It doesn't matter that whoever had her was smart enough to deactivate her phone. I should have been able to find her. Fuck!

Sure, I was able to hack into the footage of the restaurant's back parking lot, but for such a fancy fucking place, they sure treat their workers like shit. Their parking lot might as well have been a dark alley, begging for someone to get kidnapped.

Just like Addie and our baby. I know I didn't get her pregnant, but if one of us has a kid, then it's all of ours. We're a family. A unit. Inseparable. That baby is going to be so damn loved.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I wish I could bleach the shadowed images of Addie being dragged around and pushed to her knees out of my mind. We were able to see the man raise his boot, but what it connected with, I don't know. Darkness had swallowed her and their vehicle whole.

"Care to share just what the fuck is going on? We've been here for hours, and still, none of you have come clean."

I swallow my groan, knowing Jude has every fucking right to berate and yell at me. Instead of making my displeasure known, I say something worse. "We have it handled."

Leo, Rylee's quietest husband, steps on the trash can lever so hard the lid crashes into the wall, denting it in the process. "Did you really just say that?" he growls, glaring at me like he's about to burn me alive.

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