Page 127 of Cuffed By Love

I glancedown at my phone for the millionth time waiting for Mira to text me back, but she doesn’t. I got no answer from her call either. I’ve got this dreadful feeling in my gut, and I can’t shake it. She always responds to my texts, so why isn’t she replying.

Me:

‘Baby, everything okay?’

I sigh and bite on my lip anxiously. Levi walks into the kitchen, and being the spiritual person he is, picks up on my unease and frowns. “What’s up with you?”

I scowl at my phone and shake my head. “Something’s wrong. Mira’s not answering my texts or calls.”

Levi opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of water. “She’s probably busy, or you’ve done something to piss her off again.” He utters, taking a long sip and licking his lips.

I pin him with a firm look, and he rolls his eyes. “I’ve not done anything; we’re perfectly fine, thank you very much. When have you known Mira not to answer texts? Even when she’s angry, she sends something scathing back.”

“If you’re so worried, go over there.” Levi huffs, shaking his head. “Stop being so needy.”

I go to fire back a withering remark, but my phone rings disrupting me. I see Wyatt's name and answer it right away. “Hey—”

“What the fuck have you done again?!” He barks down the phone. I pull the phone away from my ear before he bursts my eardrum and wince. Levi snorts, and I glare at him.

“Wyatt, what are you talking about?” I ask, bringing the phone back to my ear.

“I’m talking about Mira, you dipshit! She just called me and told me she’s leaving because she can’t be here anymore. So, I’m going to ask you one more time, what the fuck did you do to make her want to leave for good?”

Leaving for good? What the fuck? I rack my brain to think of something I might have done but came up blank. I didn’t do anything. “Leave? What do you mean she’s leaving? I haven’t done anything. She was texting me not long ago, telling me how wet she was. Why the hell would she be leaving?” I reply with a scowl.

“I don’t know Devin, but she told me to tell you she’s sorry. I’m on my way home now to see if I can catch her before she bloody takes off.”

“Sorry for what? I don’t understand what’s happening? Mira and I were fine; we’ve even got a date tonight. We were texting, and then she suddenly stopped responding to my texts or calls for the last thirty minutes.”

“So, if you’ve not argued, then why would she leave? She’s not answering my bloody calls either. I don’t like this. This is so not like her.”

“What exactly did she say to you?” I ask.

“That she’s leaving and called to say goodbye, she was talking like she’s never coming back, Devin. She didn’t want me to tell you and told me to tell her family she loves them and tell you she’s sorry. Then she hung up.” Wyatt explains in a flurry.

No, something isn’t right. First of all, Mira would never take off and leave her family behind. Second, her whole life is here; where the hell is she going to go? The last time she thought about running away was when she mentioned her ex.

“Wyatt, are you sure her ex-boyfriend is still locked up?”

“Yes, he should be; he’s serving a five-year sentence. Why?” He questions, and I hear him shuffling while he gets into his car and starts the engine.

“Mira mentioned a while back the last time she wanted to take off was because of him.”

“I’m going to make a call and see if I can find out if he’s still locked up or not,” Wyatt claims, and I nod.

“Okay, I’m heading over to the house. Maybe I’ll catch her. I’m only ten minutes away. Let me know what you find out.”

“Okay.” I hang up and look over at Levi, who is scowling.

“Could he be back?” He questions tensely, and I shrug, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I don’t know. She freaked out a couple of days ago at the bar, saying she saw him there. If he is out, she’s not safe.” I explain, grabbing my keys off the table. My phone rings, and I see Wyatt's name. “Wy?”

“He’s out. They fucking released him early on good behaviour!” He barks down the phone. “This has got Scott's stench all over it. So that means he was there at the bar watching her, Devin!”

“And they didn’t tell her that he’s out?!” I storm out of the door with Levi hot on my heels. “I’m going to the house. You might want to call the police as a precaution and inform them she could be in danger.”

“Already have.” I hang up the phone and slam my hands against the steering wheel.

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