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“What the hell does that mean?” I slam on the brakes, my chest heaving at the intersection while I stare at my phone screen. “Where is Zoey!”

“She’s safe with me. If you want to see her, all you have to do is agree to never see Zander again. You come and stay with me, and we can be a family. Just the way it should be.”

My blood runs cold.

Is he serious?

This can’t be happening right now.

I feel like I’ve just been transported into some sick psychological thriller.

A horn blasts behind me and I jolt, moving through the intersection blindly before pulling to the side of the road and gripping the wheel.

“Russell, you tell me where you are right now.”

“You leave Zander right now.”

“I’m not going to do that! Now stop acting like a crazy psycho or I’m calling the police.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “If I hear one siren, I will disappear with her for good, and you’ll never see her again.”

What the fuck?

My eyes bulge, my heart catapulting into my throat.

“Have you completely lost your mind!” I shout. “You give me back my daughter!”

“I’ve told you how to get access to our girl. It’s up toyou now, Sienna. Say yes and I’ll tell you exactly where we are.”

“What?” I breathe out the word, shock stealing all my volume.

“I’ll give you a minute to decide.” He hangs up, and I gape at my phone, his words swirling around me before I let out a rage-filled, panic-induced scream.

CHAPTER 57

ZANDER

Practice was intense, but it was exactly what I needed.

Sweat is pouring off me as I jog down the ramp to the locker room. I ran so many fucking drills today, but I was focused and on form. Knowing things are right with Sienna again was the energy injection I needed.

The Cougars are going to see out this season and win our conference. I can feel it.

Stripping off my damp gear, I stow my pads away and throw my practice jersey at the hamper. The fact that our football laundry gets done for us is fucking epic. I feel sorry for the guy who washes that stink pile each day, but I’m grateful.

I must thank him the next time I spot him. If only I could remember his name.

Shit. I hate that I suck so bad with names.

“Good job out there.” Grady puffs, stripping off his clothes while walking over to me. “You were on fire, man.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling it today.”

“I wonder why.” He wriggles his eyebrows, and we laugh together, pounding fists before Wily muscles in on our conversation.

“What’s the haps tonight? We going to Offside?”

“I’m out.” Carson, who has the ability to get changed like the fucking Flash, is already heading for the door.

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