Page 32 of Next Level
Cherry and I spent the next two days talking to townspeople. Going to all the places she thought he might go. We had a lead yesterday that sent us to one of Garrett’s friends’ houses, but the guy wasn’t home. The good news is we’re close. The bad news is that people have reported spotting Garrett and Jared, but not Sammie.
I did a couple more live videos of our findings. We updated everyone, including Brooke and Mike. So, I’m sure the Oakland police now have all the information we do.
At least they couldn’t tip them off before I got there. They haven’t gone back to the cabin either. Nothing’s been moved since we were last there. I’m just getting tired of coming up short.
Cherry has been excellent. She’s low-key and full of positivity. The townspeople love her. You can tell she spent a lot of time up here. We’ve gotten close with all the time we’ve got on our hands. Walking around, handing out flyers.
I told her before she fell asleep that tomorrow we need to branch out to the outer cities now. I think she’s the first woman, besides Brooke, I’ve spent this much time with, well, for consecutive nights that is. We’ve slept together for the last three nights, and I’m nowhere near ready to let her go.
Sex with her is out of this world. I like sex, and I get sex regularly, but damn, this woman got her hooks in me good. We have sex multiple times a day. We go out searching, but when I get restless or agitated with someone or a situation, she takes control, giving me mind-blowing orgasms and bringing me back from the brink of losing my mind.
As I lie here, caressing her soft skin and watching her sleep, she’s found her favorite spot on me with half her body draped over me. We fit well together. I don’t know where I’d be right now if I didn’t have this distraction. I’d probably have lost my mind with worry or been put in jail for losing my shit.
I know we’ll find my Sammie girl, and I can’t lose it thinking about the what-ifs. So having Cherry in my arms at night gives me a little bit of peace, so I can rest.
My phone dings with a text message. I reach over slowly, not wanting to wake Cherry or move her from my grasp. It seems I have a bunch of unread texts.
TAMARA: Thinking of you. I’m praying for Sammie.
I know there is more from all the women in my life, but it’s women I don’t want to talk to or deal with at the moment. I speak with Brooke and Cherry. I’ve ignored all other text messages and told Dawg to handle them. I haven’t even talked to my ma either.
At the beginning, I sent off short messages like ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’ll be in touch,’ but once Cherry arrived three days ago, I’ve ghosted them all. I can’t handle all of it right now. My focus is on finding my girl and…
I froze because I was about to say Cherry. I guess now my focus is on getting to know this womanandfinding my girl. Cherry shouldn’t be part of that, but she is, and I don’t regret it.
I move her wild curly hair so I can see her face.
Beautiful.
Mine.
Now I just need to find my girl.
FOUND SAMMIE
My phone dings with a message, stirring me awake, my body sated from having sex throughout the night.
I woke up earlier to Cherry sucking me off before straddling me to ride her way to another orgasm. I was worried about taking her bareback, but she told me she was protected. I haven’t barebacked anyone since Brooke.
I don’t trust many women, but again, I couldn’t say no to her. I let her ride me, and in return, made her orgasm a few more times.
At one point, I woke up and slipped inside her from behind, pushing her into the bed and rocking in and out teasingly. After fucking her at an achingly slow pace, we passed out again.
My phone dings again before it starts to ring. I shoot up, throwing Cherry off me accidentally. I was sleeping so deeply that it took me a minute to remember where I was and what I was doing there.
“Hello?” I shout into the phone.
“Mr. Amato?” a male voice says.
“Yes, who’s this?”
“This is the Port Angeles police.”
Jumping out of bed, my heart races. “Yes.”
“We’ve seen your videos, posts, and flyers. The FBI also sent over information regarding the case. This morning, we noticed the car in question and believe your daughter may be here. We’ve set up a perimeter but wanted to let you know as well. We’ve also been in contact with the FBI and Oakland PD.”
“I’m on my way. Do you have eyes on her?”
