Mated To A Convict (Book Two)

Chapter 6: My Own Ending

Chapter 6: My Own Ending

Taylor's POV: (I saw my one week limit was coming up, had to hurry! Hope ya'll enjoy :)

"How long are they going to be out?" I ask Grant.

I ended up having to get another mans help moving Lincon to the back. I fallowed the GPS the rest of the way to Grant's place. I had no other choice. I can't shift and I would have just wasted my time standing there at the gas station.

"From what it looks like," He pauses as he lifts Dominic onto the couch, "About three days. I don't know how this guy got his hands on this stuff, but whoever made it did a h*ll of a good job."

"I don't have three days! Isn't there something you can do to get them up before then?" I ask.

"There is, yes. But, it would take the right stuff, and about a few hours to mix, maybe shorter if I have the right stuff." He reply's.

"Then get to it. I'm gonna need Austin though." I announce.

"Take him, he's driving me crazy." He reply's. I walk into the kitchen and see Austin attempting to make chicken. He's currently beating the chicken with a dish towel because somehow he managed to catch it on fire. Now I know why Sandy was the cook.

I roll my eyes and shove him away. I grab the plate it's sitting on and throw it out the door and into the snow, causing the fire to slowly die out.

"Hey!" He say's.

"It was doomed the minute you touched it, now come on," I growl, grabbing his arm and dragging him out the door, "Go to the truck I'll be there in a minute."

"Why are there bullet holes in the-" He try's to ask about the truck, but I slam the door in his face. My tolerance level isn't too high at the moment.

I go to Nick and open his jacket pocket. I pull out the paper from the inside and grab his cell phone. If he knew I were doing this he'd kill me before I even reached the door.

"Call me when they wake." I yell as I walk out the door. There's now six inches of snow on the ground, so driving isn't going to be too fun.

"What's going on?" Austin ask's as I open the door.

"Soren took my son, that's what's going on." I growl out.

"I thought he was dead?" He say's, although it comes out more like a question.

"Newsflash." I grumble as I dial the number off of the paper and into Nick's phone.

"Well?" A deep voice picks up. I guess he's referring to what he offered Nick back at the gas station.

"I need your help." I sigh.

"Taylor, it's about time I've spoken to you. I was expecting Dominic." He reply's.

"Yeah, well Dominic's... a little out of it right now. Look, Soren's got my son and Dominic and Lincon got food poisoning. I asked a man, someone who knew Lincon, to fallow the car because I can't shift nor could I lift Lincon, and long story short, Lincon needs to lay off the junk food. I'll do whatever you need me to do." I beg.

"I need to talk to Dominic as soon as he's available. For now, just tell me where you saw him last, the boy's description, and anything else that can help." He demands.

I tell him everything that happened, in detail, and made sure Austin heard so I don't have to repeat myself.

"As soon as I find something I will let you know, but let Dominic know to call me." He reply's. The way he said the last part, it makes me come to the conclusion their not fond of each other. With a long and stressful discussion, we end our conversation quickly.

"I'm sorry..." Austin trails off, not knowing what to say. I lean my head on the steering wheel and hold my breath in order to hold back tears. Tears that contain anger, frustration, but mostly hurt.

"Grant's calling us back in." Austin say's, pointing to where Grant stands in the doorway, motioning for us to get inside.

I get out and slam the door, a bit more glass breaking off with the window. I step inside and he say's, "Their waking up."

I run to Dominic's side and sit beside him, Lincon stirring awake as well. Nick looks at me and squeezes his eyes shut, only to open them again like he's trying to focus.

"What happened?" He ask's, his voice hoarse, "Where's Xander?" He ask's as he looks around, still a little out of it.

"Soren..." I trail off, knowing there's tears on my face. I'm pretty sure he can put the puzzle together. He carfully sits up and pulls me into him. I can feel his anger, it's overwhelming.

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I lay in bed, not being able to sleep. I look to the left and see the bed is still empty. Nick has done nothing but make calls and stay on the computer.

I know what he's doing. He's getting involved again. He means well, he's doing it for his family. But if we do make it through this, no, when we make it through this, I just hope and pray no more trouble comes up.

Dominic was in deep, and he almost got finished filling the hole, but now he's digging it back up. But if it's for the sake of one of the things we love most, I guess it means we have too. Dominic refuses to let my name come in anywhere, and it's bothering me.

Bottom line, he won't let me help. I know I'll win this by morning. He our son. I'm helping.

I look out the window and see ice crystals forming on the glass, nothing more separating me from the cold of night. It's dark, the only light coming from the moon and through the window.

As I'm about to fall asleep, I hear the house phone ring once, then it's quickly picked up. I quickly stand and round the corner out of my room.

I stay hidden behind the corner, listening to Nick on the phone. My senses are back, but I still can't shift. Apparently it's a slow process. 

"What do you mean by that?" Dominic growls through the phone, I can hear him pacing the room.

'I mean,' The caller, who I recognizer as Dean, continues, 'I don't know how he did it, but he covered his tracks. I can't find anything! Not the vehicle, and not even your boys record. I don't understand how! The only time I have ever seen someone disappear like this, is when their high up in the government. Like a secret service agent. Not even Witness Protection is this good.'

I choke back a sob as I make my way back to my room, not wanting to hear anything else.

I put my hands on the dresser, trying to regain control when I hear my phone vibrate. I grab it from the bedside table and answer.

"Hello?" I ask, wiping my nose, trying to sound decent.

(Regular print is Taylor, Bold is the man speaking.)

"I believe I have something you want."

"Who is this?" I growl, gripping the edge of the desk tightly when I hear Xander.

"Just an old friend of Lincon's. Now, if you have any questions on the trade, I suggest you meet me."

I knew I shouldn't have trusted that man at the station. I should have just made him move Lincon. I bet this is the man that has been with Soren the whole time.

"What should I bring?" I ask, defeat becoming overwhelming.

"Just yourself."

He want's me for my son... I hear the wood of the desk pop and crack under my grip.

"Where?" I challenge, glancing back to make sure Dominic hears none of this. Like Dean said, he's untraceable. It's time this constant loop ends. It's time for us to stop going in circles, chasing our tails.

No matter what, I just want it to end well for my family.

No matter my own ending...