Page 72 of My Three Mountain Men

“Do you know where she is, Knox? Right now?” I asked.

Knox shook his head. “I mean, she’s in LA, but I don’t know her address.”

“Can you find it?”

He stared at me, unblinking for a moment. “Why?”

Brooks also peered at me, understanding coloring his expression. “Are you… do you want to…?”

“We really have one other option left, don’t we?” I said quietly, looking from one cousin to the other. “But it’s one that you both need to be on board with.”

“Yes!” Brooks answered unhesitatingly. “Yes, I’m in!”

Knox continued to stare at me, the wheels of his mind turning as he weighed the options. He nodded slowly, his gaze turning to take in the cabin with a gleam of sadness in his eyes.

“I know, Knox,” I muttered. “Is it worth the sacrifice to you?”

“Yes,” he answered aloud. “She is absolutely worth it to me. Let’s do it.”

I exhaled, grateful that they were onboard but also not surprised.

“But before we do that, there’s something else we have to do,” I informed them, anger creeping into my voice.

They cocked their heads toward me with interest.

“Yeah,” Knox conceded, bobbing his head. “We probably should have already done that.”

Brooks hesitated. “Simone might not want us to get involved,” he mumbled, although not with much conviction.

“It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission in this case,” I said firmly. “Because when it comes to her safety… I don’t really want to wait around anymore.”

“Let’s do what we do best, then,” Knox chortled, jumping up from his chair. I hadn’t seen him this charged in weeks. “We’re gonna take care of business and get our woman back!”

He disappeared into the back hallway toward the communication room, and I sank back into the dining chair to look at the cabin, memorizing every detail of the layout.

Simone had been sent to us to show us that it was time for all of us to move on. Together, we could do it… I hoped.

CHAPTER32

Simone

Iwas living in limbo. And panic.

Without a choice, I ventured back online, and despite the stupid notion that I had in my mind that I would go in cautiously, I was immediately bombarded with thousands of followers freaking out that I wasn’t dead.

The rumors are true?

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?!

Did you fake your own death?

Lame! Clickbait! STOOPID!

The influx of comments, hate and love alike, was overwhelming, each one flipping my gut as I tried to sort through them. I kept waiting for the burst of adrenaline, the serotonin high that followed each click of approval, but it never surfaced, no matter how many comments, likes, and hearts washed through my accounts on all the platforms.

Eventually, I turned off the phone and threw it aside, nausea prevailing as I looked at my computer, biting on my lower lip. I owed the guys an email, but I never knew what to say. The truth was too much and not fair to unload on them. Knowing it was Knox who would inevitably read the incoming message, he would be worried if I told him how I afraid I was, sitting in that crappy motel, my bank balance in overdraft as I debated cashing in on my story.

I already went online. I might as well.

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