Page 72 of My Three Rivals

“Where is he?!” I yelled.

“Shit, okay, calm down,” Bizzy snapped. “I’ll text the address I have for him. He lives in some shitty trailer park. It’s not too far from you.”

We looked at each other as my finger lingered over Guardino’s phone number.

“We’ll take my car,” I said, racing back into the house to find my fob as the others hurried over the porch toward the vehicle.

Maverick had disconnected with Bizzy by the time I returned, the three of us piling into the Escalade and driving off even before I had the address in my GPS.

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“Fuck! My car!” Wyatt cried, pointing toward the shell of his SUV.

The tires were removed, and windows were broken out. It was in front of a trailer that seemed to be in the same kind of shape from the outside.

“You should have reported it stolen, after all,” I muttered, and Wyatt cursed again as I parked next to the husk of his once pristine vehicle.

The trailer park was eerily quiet, not a soul outside.

“Where is everyone?” Maverick asked, voicing my own question.

Ignoring the lack of people, I strode toward the hanging screen door and banged roughly on it.

“TEGAN?” I yelled. “ARE YOU IN THERE?!”

Not a sound could be heard from inside, but when I glanced to the left, I saw the broken blinds on the window shift, and that was all the motivation I needed to kick in the door. I didn’t even try to see if it was unlocked first, my expensive loafer impacting the base of the flimsy, plywood and fiberglass door, a shriek emanating from inside. My heart plunged into my throat, realizing it was a woman, but as I lumbered into the vehicle, my hand on the pistol I’d retrieved from the house, I realized that it wasn’t Tegan screaming.

An emaciated and high blonde struggled to sit up on a stinking corduroy sofa, a half-toothless man behind her, holding a knife.

“Get the fuck out, man!” the guy hollered over the sound of the blonde’s cries.

His face turned opaque when Wyatt and Maverick stepped in behind me.

“SHUT UP, SABRINA!” he shouted.

She immediately fell silent, and I pulled up the gun to point at his face.

“Do that again, and I’ll shoot off your kneecap,” I promised furiously. “Are you Nick?”

He started to shake his head, waving the blade, and I saw how high he was.

“NICK! NICK!” Sabrina sobbed. “They’re going to kill us!”

“You’re Tegan’s cousin?” I pressed, striding closer, the gun still cocked and aimed.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, MAN!” Nick screamed, dropping the knife and backing away, but there was nowhere to go in the ancient trailer.

His back immediately hit the wall, and he whimpered like a baby.

“Where is Tegan?” I insisted, drawing over him as he sank down, raising his arms up in mercy.

“I-I didn’t know he was going to take her,” Nick mewled. “I didn’t know!”

“Who?” I pressed. “Who took her?”

Nick shook his head, but Wyatt called out to me.

“What?” I barked, half-glancing over my shoulder.

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