Page 91 of Nightmare

Jax snorts, “You’re on speaker, baby.”

“Oooh,” She groans, “We doing a show?” She giggles, making me officially lose my goddamn patience.

“Summer.” I grunt, grabbing the phone from Jax’s hand, “Wake Olivia up and tell her to get that fine ass over here.”

Summer laughs, “Hello, Travis, nice to speak to you too. Olivia’s not here.”

My eyebrows pull down as I sit up a little bit straighter, “What do you fucking mean she’s not there?!”

Jax takes a breath beside me when he notices my whole body start to lock up.

“She went to meet her mom.” I hear her moving around through the phone, “She’s been gone a few hours.”

I stand on solid legs, “A few hours? Summer, what the fuck? Where is she?!”

“Travis, breathe. I just told you, She went to lunch with her mom.” Summer says calmly, which makes my blood boil over.

“What. Restaurant.” I manage to grunt, opting not to climb through the phone to wring her goddamn neck for losing my girl.

“Michaels on 5th. I’ll call her now, I’ll call you back.” She responds quickly then the call drops. I throw the phone back at Jax, meeting his gaze. My hands find the top of my head, grabbing onto my hair.

“Relax.” He says, standing then taking a step towards me, “She’s fine. She’s with her mom.”

I pick up my phone, officially pissed, and ignore my best friend as I dial Olivia’s number. Straight to voicemail.

FUCK.

I throw my phone across the room, shattering it on the wall, then head to my room. I throw a hoodie over my head, punch the numbers into the safe under my desk, grab what I need and slip my feet into my shoes. Then I’m rushing back out through the apartment.

“Straight to voicemail.” I hear Summer through Jax’s phone. I’m through my front door, down the hallway in the next two seconds, pounding my fist against the button for the elevator.

“Yeah, you guys meet us at Michaels.” I hear Jax saying into the phone behind me, then he’s hanging up on Summer as he stands next to me, looking at me with rage in his eyes.

He’s thinking the worst, just like I am.

Brody fucking got her.

Chapter Forty-Four

Olivia

My head pounds.I try to lift it to stand up, but something is holding me down. I crack my eyes open, confused and lost.

Where am I?

I look around the room, I’m in a hotel. A nice as fuck hotel.

I close my eyes again, the light in the room making my head throb even more.

What the fuck happened? How did I get here?

I try to move my arms, but they’re held down too.

I feel sleep creeping up on me again, so I try not to fall into it.

I need to get out of here. I need to figure out what the fuck is going on.

I need to get my arms free.

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