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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ian squinted his eyes at the unknown number coming across his phone. His phone hadn't rung since the day he left the estate, there was no one to call him. The only thing he had now without his job was Mouse, who he sure was getting tired of his company.

Ian only left the couch to force himself to eat, use the bathroom and shower. All of which he pushed until he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't bring himself to stay in his room. Every inch of this house had been tainted by her, making it hard to live here, but the bedroom was the worst. The bedroom was where he held her, the bedroom was where he realized he loved her when she nuzzled into his chest. She had reached out for him in her sleep and that was it. From there he was ruined. Ruined like his home that he had considered burning to the ground a few times.

He had enough money saved to live for the rest of the year without a job, so he hadn't been forcing himself into the hunt yet. He would find another position with a snotty family and work for them. But he'd be sure it was only work then, he would keep his head down and make no connection to any of them.

"Hello?" he groaned into the phone. He had hardly used his voice this week, when all he had to talk to was Mouse and the cat had been avoiding him there wasn't much use to it.

"Ian?"

"Who's asking?"

"Ian, its Rina."

His heart sunk in his chest at the tears in her voice.

"Look, I don't know if you ever felt for Quinn. But I couldn't just say nothing."

"Rina, please don't." His hand itched to hang up, she was tearing open a wound he was trying to mend.

"No, Listen. Quinn has been kidnapped."

He fought to remember how to breathe, he had to force the breath to enter and exit his lungs.

"How?"

"I don't know, I don't know. Forks called me asking If I'd seen her or Devin."

"Devin?" His voice had gone hard, and he was already moving to the bedroom,

"Her new body guard."

He threw his phone on the bed on speaker and shrugged on a pair of black sweats and a black shirt.

"Description." He gritted.

"I- I don't know." She choked on her tears.

"Now, Rina." He was much harsher than he should have been, but someone had taken Quinn. Someone had taken her, and his heart would not beat again until she was safe.

"He- he's muscular, short brown hair, your height." He dug out his extra clips and put them in his waistband.

"Facial hair?"

"No."

"Listen to me Rina."

Ian lifted his pistol and cocked it.

"I will get her back."

"Please, please Ian." She wailed into the phone, and he hung up. Running to his car. There could have been more to say to comfort her, but the harder she cried the more emotions rose up inside of himself. But those weren't the emotions he needed, not right now. Right now he moved on anger.

Ian drove straight to the estate, he needed further answers that Rina could not give to him.

He rushed through traffic, cutting across centerline to avoid the cars in front of him. There was nothing that could stop him from reaching the estate, getting his answers, and getting to Quinn. Not the cars he swerved around, not the redlights he drove through and not the beating in his chest.