Dreams I'll Never See (Intersex gxgxg)

Chapter 4

I made sure to lock up the house but took the spare key with me just in case Zac did indeed get a visitor, and then opened the door for Willow. I started the car and hooked my car up to the Bluetooth, opening the tracker app and noticing the new signal. Tapping it, I selected it to follow, and we got on the road. According to the App, the phone was currently in Tennessee, traveling between Chattanooga and Nashville. That was good news, because if I headed straight north out of Montgomery on Interstate 65, it would take us right to Nashville. We might not get there before them, but we would be hot on their heels. I sent a quick text to Joe, requesting a cleanup here at the house so there would be nothing incriminating either of the girls, and then we got going.

And as long as they were travelling, Lexie should hopefully be safe. Unless they changed their operating procedures, they wouldn't do anything until they got to whatever sick brothel they were running. That wasn't something I was going to let happen if I could help it.

"I'm going to grab us food before we get on the highway. This is going to be a long drive, so I hope you travel well," I told Willow, who was looking anxiously at the little dot on my phone.

"If it helps us get Lexie, I'll wear a fucking diaper!" she said quickly. "Just drive fast!"

I went through a McDonalds drive through, hating myself for the choice but it was fast, and I could allow myself to regret it after we had Lexie back. While in the drive through, I sent a text to Joe with Zac's address as well as a belated one for Usatov's knowing he'd make sure nothing incriminating was found. I wasn't worried too much about Usatov, but I didn't need Willow implicated in anything that happened with Zac. We got a bunch of cheeseburgers, fries and drinks, then hit the bathroom and got right onto the highway. I even got the remaining blood off my fingers! Once we started driving, I put a little flashing red siren that I was only supposed to use in emergencies on the dashboard and had the car up to 115 mph whenever the road was clear.

"She's going to be okay, right?" Willow asked while nervously munching a fry.

"Damn right she is. We'll get her back." I refused to believe anything else. We'd all suffered when Lessa died, and I couldn't let it happen to Lexie too. I had been a little selfish, taking all my anger out on the people that had a hand in her death, but I never took the time to make sure that Lexie and Willow were okay. They had been a big part of our life, and they and her mom were hurting more than anyone. I should have kept in touch, especially after they knew I was alive again, but I was afraid to risk them. Unfortunately, now I was stuck trying to fix things again. At least this time I had a head start.

Since Lessa and I had been dating so long, Willow and Lexie had been a constant presence in my life. Yes, they were 6 years younger, but they were both great women, and we had always tried to set a good example for them. Like Lessa, they'd both wanted to be nurses, but they took it a step further by moving to Atlanta and they both got jobs in the same hospital that she'd been at when she was abducted. I guess it was them feeling like they had to carry on in her memory, and I was proud of them. Lexie worked in the delivery rooms bringing life into the world, while Willow worked in the ER trying to save them. They were great people. I probably should have spent more time with them, but I guess I lost a lot of my humanity over the last few years, and I didn't think that I could bear to have their goodness in my life. They were light, beautiful, good. I had become stained with my hatred. Vengeance had fueled me, and I'd killed so, so many people. I became evil. I stopped caring.

"She needs to be okay. I need her to be! I can't be without her!" she sobbed, leaning her head against the car window, and snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You won't have to. We'll get her back, and then I'll get you somewhere safe." I reached over, taking her hand in mine, hoping to console her a little. It felt odd to be having a conversation with someone that didn't involve interrogation or torture, and it took some getting used to.