Page 148 of Triple Pucked
“If we go to the cops, then she’ll release everything about me.” Shay looks conflicted. “She’ll have Heine share everything about all of us. She’ll have thought all of this through. She knows that we won’t go to the cops.”
“Your brother is more important than any of that,” Robyn insists. “We can deal with anything that she throws at us but not with Eden being injured again.”
“He’s already injured.” Shay’s gaze is locked onto the blood on the coffee table.
I place down the vase, before resting my hands on his shoulders. “We’ll find him. No matter what has happened, we’ll get him back. And he’ll be fine.”
“You don’t believe that.”
I don’t.
I say it anyway.
I drag out my phone, typing in the emergency code to the security team and coach. “The head of the security will be here any minute. He can coordinate with the cops with discretion. We’ll get them searching the house and the estate in case they’re still here.”
I don’t know how my voice is so level.
I don’t feel calm.
I feel shocked…furious…terrified.
Is this how the others felt when Heine kidnapped me? I preferred being held captive than this terrible, uncertain fear.
It strikes me, hard and devastating, that these truly are the people who I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I would grieve every day if Eden was taken from us. He’s part of our puzzle, and nothing would ever fit again without him.
“Where would she take him? We don’t even know where the bloody hell they are.” Shay boots the vase, smashing it.
I clench my jaw, dragging him back quickly by the shoulders before he cuts himself on the shards. “I know how you feel right now.”
“You don’t. You have no bloody clue.”
“You’re right. And you’re welcome to smash as many of my priceless vases as you like to deal with it but not to slice yourself open in the process. How will that help your brother?”
This appears to break through the panicked fog that has settled on Shay.
He raises his anguished eyes to mine. “He’s bleeding.Alone.And I don’t know where he is in order to get him back. What if he thinks that I don’t care? That I’m not trying?”
I grip Shay by the chin. “He’d never think that, cucciolo. No matter what’s happening, he will know that you’re coming for him.”
Tears are chasing down Robyn’s cheeks, but she’s trying to hold it together. “It doesn’t matter how late it is, I know everyone will happily join in the search to him. I’ll call Cody, Mike, and Neve.”
“And I’ll put out an emergency message via coach in the WhatsApp group for the staff and players. All they need to know is that an intruder has taken him. I’ll do the same with The Kinks and the members of the On the RACK community. They’ll all get behind it.”
“But what are they even looking for?” Robyn winds her arms around Shay’s waist, comforting herself as well as him.
“I’ll give them photos of the three of them.” I narrow my eyes. “I’ve also had Garcia investigate and tail Blythe. I can pass on the info that he’s worked out about the cars she’s been driving. I have already had him look into Heine, his properties, and where he tends to hang out. Freedom isn’t that large. Garcia has a list of properties that are owned by Heine. Also, he’s been working on finding out the alias that Blythe has been using to rent a property here. He’ll pull every string to discover that when he knows what has happened. We can split these properties between everyone and start searching.”
“But this was planned, right?” Shay replies. “They brought a bloody tranquillizer gun. What if they have taken Dee back to Germany or England?”
Chills run down my spine.
I clench my fists. “Then it’s lucky that I am wealthy enough to have the funds to follow them wherever they take your brotherand hunt them down, Liam Neeson style. I am connected to networks of doms across both those countries and I have enough to pay any number of lawyers, private investigators, and far shadier people through Garcia who will be able to find and extract Eden. Then I will fucking destroy Blythe.”
“But you don’t know the bitch.” Shay stares at the bloodied corner of the coffee table, unable to look away. “She believes that subs are there to be used. They love but aren’t loved. She thinks that I’m this messed up sub who has made her look bad and so needs showing my place. But it’s different with Eden. She despises him. He would never drop his gaze or act like she was a goddess. She couldn’t charm him, and now I get that she hated he could see through her when I couldn’t. Early on, she tried to get me to move out of my dorm room with Dee. She beat the shit out of me when I wouldn’t. She told me that she’d find a way to break ourunhealthy co-dependencyon each other, even if it meant breaking one of us. What if this is her way?”
Protective fury surges through me.
