Chapter 32 Mistaken Trust

I think that I have just fucking died.
I am staring at a man that has gone completely pale and has the fear of seven horrors in his eyes. Now, this is Vic Stone that we are talking about. This man does not scare easily, but something has just got him spooked.
He takes his trembling hand to my shoulder and speaks to me with an urgent voice, "Forget about me, go get Trinity out of that house."
"Vic," I still try and stop to talk reason into him, "My men are there; nobody can get inside."
Vic only but shakes his head at me furiously, "It is not what is outside that I am worried about."
I look at him rather confused as he starts pushing me back into the direction of my car, "What the fuck is going on, Vic?"
"Alexa," he stumbles as he tries to get each syllable of her name over his lips. "You cannot trust Alexa."
Well, fuck, that I could have told him already. But ya, now is not the right time to tell him his wife might be a cheating…
He rips me from my thoughts as he opens my car door and urges me on, "Now get the fuck out of here, go get my daughter. Send for someone else to come but just get Trinity."
I do not even think another minute; within an inch of a second, my foot slams the pedal to the floor, and I am from zero to sixty out of that driveway towards the safe house again.
What the fuck is going on here?
Why does Vic not trust Alexa?
Fuck, how do you not trust your own wife? Well, I can give him one reason not to trust her, but as for his reason, he has got some explaining to do.
So as I a speeding back in the dark of the night with rain that is still pounding down, I try to get hold of Jax or Mason.
It rings.
And rings.
And fucking rings.
God knows why the two assholes have phones.
So I pick up my speed and glide even faster down the road, catching each corner with a sliding ass to the left and then nearly spinning around to the right. My ass coming near to crashing on one too many occasions. I am driving like a fucking lunatic, I am going to kill myself even before I get to Trinity, but there is no time for slowing down.
I will die if something has to happen to my princess.
And my princess is the one I am trying to phone next, but ya, the girl is also not answering her phone. God, I hope she is sleeping and that Alexa…Fuck what would Alexa even do to her? Well, that is not a thought that I wish to think of.
Is there perhaps a connection between Alexa and Karlo? Nah, I don t think the woman would be that stupid. But surely she would not hurt her own daughter? Why the fuck is Vic so scared? This is not making any sense, and it is driving me goddamn mad.
For what seems that could have nearly been half a damn day; I finally pull into the driveway at the safehouse. From where I am parked, well, it all looks…safe.
Let hope the fuck it is the same inside.
So as I step out of the car, I have this cold shiver that creeps up my spine. Now, I wish to say that it is because of the cold air and the rain that is beating down on my skin, but no, I have a feeling that something is wrong.
I pull my gun from where it is tucked in the back of my pants, and I hold the grip firm. Then I slowly start to make my way to the front door. As I creep around the corner up the pathway that goes to the front door, everything seems eerily quiet. But quiet it should be, well for everyone but Mason and Jax. So as I slowly open the front door, I find the lounge empty. I scan the kitchen…then…
The fucking back door opens.
I nearly jump my ass off as I see Jax coming through the door.
"You idiot," I snap at him. "You gave me a goddam fright. Why are you not answering your phone."
"Hey, I am patrolling. I am not getting whacked while I am on my phone."
I only but shake my head at him, "And Mason?"
"He is upstairs on the deck," then Jax points to the table. "The idiot does not have his phone on him."
"Please remind me why I hired you two? Now, have you seen Alexa and Trinity?"
"Yes," Jax cringes as I say the name Alexa to him. "Cruella and Trinity have gone to bed a while ago."
I chuckle at him and make my way back up to Trinity s room. Without trying to make much of a noise, I slowly push the door open. But my heart fucking stops…
Trinity is not in the bed.
Not thinking twice, I go to Alexa s room and burst through the door.
Alexa is not in her room.
"Fuck! Jax! Mason!"
They both coming speeding through the house with their guns drawn.
Jax is the first to reach me with a very confused look on his face, "Colton, what is wrong?"
"They," I point between the bedrooms. "They are not here. Search this house! Search the ground!"
Jax rushes through the kitchen out the back door and starts searching the grounds at the back, the outhouse, and the garage. Mason is out the front door and searches the gardens and even outside in the street.
I spin on my heels and go to the room in which I was supposed to have slept in. I slowly push the door open with the barrel of my gun and step inside. I look from left to right…once…twice…it is clear.
The next room…scan in once…twice…it is clear.
Same with the next two bedrooms.
The bathrooms are all empty, the lounge even emptier. There is not a fucking soul in this house.
Where is Trinity?
Then I take my phone and take one rather deep breath, for god, I am going to need it. I am about to phone Vic to tell him that his daughter and wife are not here. So once Jax and Mason come inside shaking their heads, I know that I am about to put the final nail in my coffin.
So with what are very trembling fingers, I swipe up and find Vic s number, it is almost immediately, and he answers.
"Colton, please give me good news."
I stutter as I am trying to find the right words to say to him, but before I can even try, I hear him scream in complete despair. Now let me tell you, I have never heard Vic in agony; I have heard in a fury, but not in this way. So I give him a few seconds to compose himself before I question him, "What is going on, Vic? Where is Trinity?"
"That fucking bitch took her." I hear him grunt and something goes crashing against a wall. Then when he speaks again, he is even angrier than before. "That fucking bitch took my daughter."
I nearly fall on my ass, "You mean Alexa?"
"Yes," I hear his voice growl as her name comes from his lips. "She has taken her."
"But," I try not to anger him further but yet, "Why would she take her own daughter?"
He goes silent for a while, and I know that there is more to all of this than what he is not telling me. Well, for one, if he told me when I started working for him, we would not be in this situation, and second, you just don t keep fucking secrets from your detail.
So I wait for him patiently, "Vic, why would Alexa take your daughter. Where would she take her to? I mean, we had everything covered."
I hear him as he clears his throat, "It is not your fault Colton." Then he goes frustratingly silent again. It is like drawing blood from a goddamn stone. In fact, he is a Stone.
"Vic," I raise my voice for him to focus on me. "Where has Alexa taken Trinity?"
Well, do I wish that I just shut my mouth and not asked it in the first place? Hell, I would have sat perfectly with it if he told me they went to a mall or have their hair done, even nails, but what he says next rips my chest open and slashes my heart into pieces.
"She has taken her to Karlo."
And it is as if the world just disappears around me completely and falls into shit. I fall down to my knees with my phone still clasped in my hand. Then, again, "Why has Alexa taken Trinity to Karlo?"