Page 6 of Uncaged Obsessions

“Show me the video,” he states, surprisingly calm for the situation.

They both look at me, and I throw my hands up. “I threw my phone, it’s still at her house.”

“That’s fine. We should go there anyway,” Adam agrees.

Once we’re back at Max’s, I see them experience the same feelings I did when I found the trashed and empty home where our girl should be.

I pick up my shattered phone, thankfully it still works, and I pull the video up to show them. They watch and fume at what they witness.

“I recognize him,” Adam states.

“The fuck do you mean?” I question, because that fucker isn’t anyone I’ve ever seen before.

Adam pulls out his own phone, scrolling for something, and then holds up some news article with a small picture attached. I grab it from him, zooming in, and recognize Max instantly. She's more done up than I've ever seen her before, wearing some fancy ass dress. And the way that her hand is laying on a man's chest has me gripping the phone so hard, I swear I can hear it crack.

The man looks smug as shit. Plus, the way he’s gripping her wrist as it rests against his chest looks tighter than it needs to. Max isn’t smiling, she’s grimacing but trying to hiding it.

Sure as shit, it’s the man from the video.

The caption under the photo gives us a name. Carson Bradford. The worst part it the caption says who he is. Max was engaged to this asshole. I see red, my eyes honing in on the ring on her finger. A ring that isn’t mine. His hands on what’s mine. Him trying to take away someone who is clearlymine.

“She wasengaged?”I seethe.

“She never told you?” Adam asks, and all I can do is glare at him.

“Hm, interesting,” Drew looks like he’s hiding a smile, but I’m too pissed off that someone who thinks they deserve to marry Max has stolen her away from us. I’ll also deal with her not telling me about this once we get her back.

“We have a name, let’s find him,” I demand.

“How? He’s from some rich ass family like Max. They don’t usually advertise their homes for anyone to find.” Drew rolls his eyes.

“There’s always a way to find someone,” I insist.

“I think I know someone who can help,” Adam chimes in, and we both look at him. “You guys know Danner?”

I think about the name, and realize that’s the woman that’s kind of become friends with Max from the bar. “What can she do?”

“She’s good with finding people.”

I narrow my eyes at him, because it sounds like there’s more that he’s not saying, but I accept it anyway. “Alright, let’s go.”

“I doubt she wants the three of us banging on her door in the middle of the night,” Adam reasons.

“I don’t give a fuck what she wants, we need to fucking find Max!” I yell.

“We all want to find her,” Adam snaps. “Wewillfind her. But it’s not going to happen tonight, we need to get a plan together and make sure that we’re ready to do whatever it takes to bring her home.”

“You think we can just go to sleep after all this?” I rear back.

“No, but we need to. We’re going to find her, Caine.”

“You two go to sleep then, I’m going to actually fucking do something to try and find her.”

I sit on the couch because I can’t go home. I can’t think about leaving here unless I’m going to get her.

Adam and Drew don’t leave either, but instead of sleeping, the only thing I’m able to do is watch my girl be taken over and over again. It fuels my anger and by the time the sun rises in the morning, I’m more determined than ever that nothing matters until we get her back.

CHAPTER 4

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