30
Rascal
I ordermine and Marley’s food and take it to a table, Raze right behind me with his and Minx’s food. As we sit down, Minx is running to the table. Her face is pale. My heart sinks as a sense of dread washes over me.
I stand from the table. “Where’s Marley?”
“Sh-she . . . I came out of the bathroom and she wasn’t there. I waited near the port-a-potty she had gone into, but when the door opened, it wasn’t her. She’s gone!” Tears are pouring down her face. Raze pulls Minx against his chest, wrapping his arms around her.
“Son of a bitch!” I slam my hand on the table.
“Stupid question, but you don’t think she ran, do you,” Raze asks.
“No,” I grit through my teeth. “Not after last night. Someone had to have been following us.”
“I need to call Prez,” he says.
“She’s my Ol’ Lady. Let me call him.”
“I’ll go scope out the port-a-potty area, see if I find anything.” Raze walks away while I dial Bull’s number and wait for him to answer.
“What?” he answers.
“Prez, we have a problem,” I tell him.
“Damn it. What happened?”
“Marley’s been taken.”
“What the fuck do you mean, she’s been taken!” he asks.
“Someone had to have been following us. We’ve covered our tracks, but apparently not well enough,” I say. At this point, the three of us are walking back to the truck.
“Did you check out the area she was at last?”
“Yes, sir. We didn’t find any trace of her,” I reply.
Minx grabs a paper from the front windshield. Her hands shake as she reads it.
“Rascal, you need to see this.” Minx hands me the paper and I quickly read it.
She’s back where she belongs.
Come for her and we’ll kill her.
“What the hell’s goin’ on over there,” Prez asks.
“They have her. Those dumb mother fuckers have her.” I growl out.
Bull sighs. “Get back to Texas, now.”
He hangs up before I can respond. I run my hands over my face.
“What did he say,” Raze asks.
“He wants us back in Texas.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. We climb in the truck and head back to the house. Once there, we start packing our shit. Once I get my own stuff settled, I move to Marley’s room. I glance around the room, not knowing where to begin.