I fall to my knees and call out her name. “Harley!” I shout her name over and over again as I look for any clues as to where she could be.
There’s a shovel on the ground. That’s what the bastard knocked me out with. I touch the side of my head. It’s tender but I will live.
I grab a bottle of water from the cooler and light up a cigarette from the pack I grabbed when I was buying the tomato paste. I need to think but I can’t do that feeling like shit. I find a bottle of painkillers in Harley’s bag and pop four of them.
Pulling out my phone it’s dead. I plug it into the cigarette lighter in the truck. I need to tell Hades what’s going down. I don’t know if this fucker is her stalker or some random fuck face.
Taking a hard drag from my cigarette I try to calm down, so I can think rationally. I need to recall every detail about the bastard. They could be anywhere by now.
I try to eat a pack of crackers, but my stomach is in knots. If anything has happened to her it’s on me.
I can’t sit around here waiting on my phone to charge. That bastard had a backpack, I would almost guarantee he has a camp or something around here.
My phone pings with a missed call and messages from Hades.
I fire off a quick text giving him my location and letting him know some dead motherfucker has Harley.
My phone rings and I decide it couldn’t hurt to answer the call. Hades may know something useful.
“Lo.”
“What the fuck you mean someone took Harley. Outlaw caught her stalker early this morning. The decoy worked. Fucker broke in on the chick and tried to take her. Cocksucker was working for Tiny. BBRMC is asking for our help to take that bastard down once and for all.”
“I’ve gotta go find Harley. You sending me backup or am I on my own?”
“I will get Cocky and Terror on the road.”
“Don’t send that bastard.”
“You want to find her or not?” he growls.
“Whatever. I’m going to look for her.”
“Keep me updated.”
The call ends and I leave my truck unlocked in case Harley somehow manages to get back here so she can have access to my phone.
I set off on the first trail I saw that piece of shit on yesterday.
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I walk for hours in what seems like circles with no leads. I’m hot, pissed, off, and thirsty.
When I get back to the camp to regroup Cocky and Terror are waiting by my truck.
Uno is sending us some coordinates he is pulling from maps he thinks may be of interest to search.
“This wouldn’t have happened on my watch.” Cocky gives me a menacing snarl.
“You don’t know shit about Harley.” He doesn’t know a damn thing about her. He doesn’t know how sweet she tastes. How damn good she feels cumming on my cock.
“I know I want her.” He smirks.
I will see him dead first.
Terror puts a hand to Cocky’s chest. “Now isn’t the time. You can save that shit until we find her.”
I glare at Cocky. He better back off.