Page 49 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

My woman is officially missing, and it’s all my fucking fault.

If I wasn’t so fucking insecure and didn’t jump to fucking conclusions, she would be safe in our penthouse.

We don’t know who has her, or why they took her.

The taxi that got her wasn’t a real one. It was fake; the license plate was fake. It was all a fucking set up to take her.

I watch the videos over and over again. We had made copies so that the cops could take the original as evidence.

The man was clearly waiting for her. Other footage from other buildings show him waiting there all day. Talking on the phone to someone, but never showing his face.

Who the fuck would want to take her?

I’ve barely rested. I can only think of how we can find her.

I have no clue as to how we are going to do that.

“You need to take a nap,” Dylan says, coming out of the bedroom after having just had a nap himself.

“I can’t. Don’t you get it? This is all my fucking fault. She’s out there having who knows what happening to her. We don’t have a fucking clue as to who has her, or if they even bothered to keep her alive. Are they hurting her? The babies? Our woman and babies are out there!” I shout.

“You aren’t going to do them any good if you are dead on your feet. Let me look over this for a while,” he says.

I nod my head and walk to the bed. I just let myself fall. My body is so exhausted it only takes seconds before I am asleep.

Dylan

I watch Braxton walk to bed.

We are all to blame for this. We have absolutely nothing to go on, and we have everyone looking for her.

Kyla and her men have been doing everything they can. Logan has extended his trip with his kids, and spends a lot of his days walking the streets trying to see if anyone has seen her.

Easton has been brainstorming, trying to think if there is anyone who would want to hurt her. Kyla says there isn’t anyone in their life they know of who would hold a grudge for Holly.

Which doesn’t surprise me one bit.

Holly is an amazing woman, and we let her slip right through our fingers, again.

I spend the next few hours watching the footage over and over again.

There has to be something.

Holly

I don’t know how many days pass since there are no windows down here, but Helen’s brother must come down once a day or so to feed me.

Helen’s brother stares at me a lot, which makes me completely uncomfortable.

The last couple of times, he took out his cock and stroked it while staring at me.

I can only be grateful that he hasn’t tried to rape me. Though the image of him stroking himself is going to haunt me for a long fucking time.

I spend most of the time wondering if anyone has realised that I am missing yet.

They had to. I refuse to believe that no one realises I’m gone.

I’ve only seen Helen the first day. I can only assume she’s keeping up appearances.

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