Page 61 of Pucking Obsessed

HAYDEN

The shattered window. The smoke.

Madison.

My thoughts are racing a million miles a minute, but it feels like I’m crawling through quicksand just trying to move.

My chest tightens so fast it feels like I can’t breathe. I twist, looking at the seat next to me. It’s empty. The door is open, rain pouring in, and my girl is gone.

“Fuck!” Tristan’s voice roars, shaking me out of my haze.

He’s already out of the car, the hood of his sweatshirt plastered to his head, water dripping off the edges as he looks around like he’s seconds away from tearing the whole damn world apart.

I throw myself out of the SUV, my boots splashing against the wet pavement as the rain soaks through me in seconds. I barely feel it.

“The keys are gone,” I say. My stomach twists violently as I glance at the empty slot where the fob was sitting. Everything is going to shit and fast.

“I got it! I got it!” Callum barks, shoving past me to lean over the driver’s seat. “Just look their trackers up. Check Lilac for me.Whoever the fuck is doing this has been leaving her out of it for the most part, but just check!”

He tosses his phone at me without even looking, his hands already ripping at the compartment under the steering wheel. My fingers fumble, slick with rain and shaking with adrenaline, but I pull up the app anyway.

Madison. I type her name in first because there’s no fucking way I’m checking anyone else before her.

Her dot blinks on the map, and I’m holding my breath to see the location.

“The cliffs! On the backside of campus,” Tristan barks, holding up his phone showing me Winter’s location. Madison’s dot appears in the same spot just as Tristan loses it, slamming his fist into the SUV with a guttural roar.

“Lilac!” Callum yells over the rain, not even glancing back at us. “Where is she?”

I force myself to refocus, my thumb flying across the screen on his phone to pull up her location. “The library,” I say quickly. “Her tracker’s at the library.”

Callum’s shoulders drop just slightly, clearly relieved. I don’t ask him when or why he has his best friend’s little sister on a tracker. He’s yanking wires out and twisting them together.

“Let’s just run,” Tristan growls, and his voice is raw. Rain runs in rivulets down his face, but it doesn’t hide the panic burning behind his eyes.

It’s the same panic tearing through me right now. Every second we waste feels like a kick to the fucking chest.

I’m about to agree, because I’ll fucking run through fire if it gets me to my girl faster, but the engine roars to life before I can say a word.

“Get the fuck in,” Callum snaps, gripping the wheel so tight I think it might bow under his hold. “I’ll drive.”

We don’t hesitate. Tristan and I pile in, the doors slamming shut as Callum floors it, the tires screeching against the wet pavement.

The second we crest the hill, my eyes lock on Madison.

She’s there, right at the edge of the cliff, held at knife point by Coach Jacobs. Her scared wide eyes flash to us, meeting mine through the open window. Relief flickers across her beautiful face for just a second.

That bastard’s got his hand wrapped around her throat, gripping her like she’s something he owns. I’ll fucking kill him.

Tristan and I are out of the SUV before Callum even comes to a full stop. My boots hit the wet ground hard, and my gun is in my hand before I take another step.

“Let her go, or I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” I snap, my voice like gravel, every ounce of my focus trained on Coach.

Tristan is already moving, crouching down by Winter, checking her pulse with one hand while keeping his gun trained on the coach with the other.

The bastard doesn’t flinch. He sneers, his lips curling into something cold and cruel. “Can you do it before I slit her throat?”

Madison’s breath catches, and I clench my jaw so hard I’m surprised my molars don’t crack under the pressure.

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