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“You’re not wrong.” Dane agrees.

I just grunt. I know they’re just trying to keep me from going nuts and I appreciate them for it but every second that goes by and we don’t find her or hear from King and Ty I just get more upset and the thoughts of her being hurt just continue to encroach on my mind.

“Do you guys share your location with each other?” Dane asks.

I stop. I know that I told Adriana she could but I don’t remember if she did. I pull out my phone and go to the find my iphone app. Dammit! She didn’t share it.

“Fuck, we don’t. I swear to God if small dick Toby did something to her I’m going make sure he can never touch her again.” I grit out.

We finish on the fourth floor and start to make our way down to the third.

“Wait, why do you think it’s Toby? Isn’t he in Colorado?” Dane asks.

While we walk I tell them about the flowers and note on A’s car and the conversation she had with him at the gala.

“A and I talked about it after the gala and we don’t know if we believe him though.” I tell them.

I feel my phone vibrate and it seems that Dean and Dane do too.

King: Found her. Be quiet and come towards the maintenance closet where we keep spare equipment.

We all look at each other and nod. We take off racing towards the first floor.

Hold on Sugar, I’m coming to get you.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Adriana

There’s a ringing noise in my head, but I don’t know where it’s coming from. I try to move my arms and when I can’t, I remember what is happening and who is here.

I keep my eyes closed so Dylan doesn’t know I’m awake. I have to figure out how to get away from them.

I don’t know where my keys are or how I would even get far enough away if I make it outside.

Maybe the goal is to make it somewhere I can hide. The second or third floor might be good. He would think I would try to leave the stadium instead of hiding.

“Why aren’t you waking up? Did I hit you too hard on the head?” Dylan questions himself.

Is he fucking serious?!

“Can’t handle rejection?” I croak.

I know I shouldn’t provoke him, but the words left my mouth before I could stop them.

What a small, small man with a big ass ego. Hearing no sucks for anyone, but you don’t fucking do this because of it. He’s a fucking psychopath.

“What the fuck did you just say, bitch?” Dyland spits out.

I hear footsteps coming closer and I open my eyes, but I’m only able to see out of one. It’s the side he didn’t punch in the face. The other must be swollen shut.

Dylan gets to be within arm’s length of me and grabs the front of my shirt, lifting me off the ground. My head snaps backwards from the force with which he pulls me.

“Aaaahhhhhh!” I cry out.

The movement hurts and makes me nauseous.

“You are mine now. I told you I get what I want. Cole can have you back when I’m done with you.” Dylan says with such venom in his voice.

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