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Her phone went off, but she didn't have any motivation to check it. No one needed to contact her. She didn't need to respond. It was probably some sales person calling her to tell her she needed to get insurance for her car.

A car she didn't have.

Crying even more, she buried her head into her blanket as her phone went off again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

JAXSON

Shit.

That was all Jaxson thought as he waited for Sofia to pick up. She should've been here forty minutes ago for her shift, but she didn't arrive. Did she not get home safely? Did something happen to her? Why wasn't she here?

Jaxson tried to call her again.

He didn't understand why she wasn't responding or at work. Worry gnawed at him as the phone went to voicemail again. This wasn't like her and he was worried that something had happened.

"Everything okay?" Leo asked.

"No," he replied and walked off. He needed to find Monty and ask her if she had heard from Sofia.

He knew they were close, and he was glad they had each other. They were both shy and newer employees at the club.

"Monty," he called her name as he saw her walking across the bar.

She turned around, her eyes wide and face went pale. Shit. He didn't mean to make her feel like she was in trouble, but he was in a rush.

Something didn't feel right, and he needed to get to Sofia as soon as possible.

"Have you heard from Sofia?" he asked.

Monty shook her head. "Sorry, I haven't. Isn't she supposed to be here?"

He nodded his head and turned around, heading towards Michael's office. Even though Jaxson was a retired police officer, he didn't know what type of phone Sofia had and he didn't know how to hack into it.

He needed to figure out where she was.

"I'm busy," Michael said.

"Give me Miles' number," Jaxson said.

Michael stopped doing what he was doing on his computer and looked up, his eyebrows raised.

"Why do you need his number?" Michael asked.

"Sofia isn't answering her phone, and she was supposed to come in almost an hour ago for her shift. Something is wrong," Jaxson said. "I need his guy to track down her phone."

Michael rattled off his phone number, and Jaxson walked out of his office, calling Miles. He hoped that he would be willing to help him out.

"What?" Miles growled into the phone. "What could you possibly want?"

"It's Jaxson," he replied. "I need your guy to track down a phone number for me. Tell me where she is."

"Give me the phone number. Who's this for anyway?"

"Sofia," he replied and then told him the phone number.

It wasn't his business to know, but Jaxson didn't want to deal with him bantering back and forth. He just wanted to find out where Sofia was so he could figure out what was wrong and take care of it.

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