It All Started With The Kidnapping

Chapter 20 - A Midnight call and Morning Showdowns

Luna's pov

I woke up at 2 a.m. to my phone buzzing non-stop. Groggily, I answered and heard Finn on the other end, sounding urgent. Something had gone wrong with a shipment, and he told me to get down to the docks immediately. I got out of bed, threw on some black ripped skinny jeans and a red and white plaid hoodie, then put my hair up in a messy bun. After that, I headed to the garage, jumped into my dark crimson-purple Camaro, and drove off.

When I arrived at the docks, I saw my boys, all of them looking pissed off. Despite the situation, I was relieved to see them back with me. As I walked over, I noticed my two large shipping containers had been emptied. Both were supposed to be full of weapons and drugs, but now they were completely cleaned out. Don't judge— a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

It took two hours to sort out the issue, which turned out to be nothing more than my boys being careless. The docks manager had moved the containers around to make it easier to access the empty ones, which caused the confusion. Once everything was straightened out, I headed back home. It was already four in the morning, so there wasn't much point in going back to sleep. Instead, I changed into my workout clothes and headed to the basement gym.

I put on some music and started my workout. After an hour, I was drenched in sweat, so I went upstairs for a hot shower. The warmth felt amazing on my sore muscles, helping me relax. Once I was out, I changed into a black and white hoodie that read, "I speak fluent sarcasm," paired with black ripped skinny jeans and my boots. I went to the bathroom, styled my hair into double French braids with a half-up bun, and let the rest of my hair flow freely.

After finishing my hair, I headed downstairs and grabbed an apple for later at school. Then I went to the garage, hopped on my motorcycle, and rode to school. A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot, parking in the same spot as the day before, and got off the bike. As I walked toward the school, something strange happened—people started stepping aside, creating a clear path for me. It was odd since I hadn't done anything to warrant that kind of reaction. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I shrugged it off.

When I reached my locker, I noticed Sara leaning against it, looking upset. Concerned, I walked over and asked, "Hey, Sara, are you okay?"

She didn't look up as she grabbed her textbooks, mumbling a quiet, "Hey." Something was definitely wrong—Sara was never like this. She was always the happy-go-lucky one.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to get her to open up.

She finally looked up, and I could see she was fighting back tears. "Nothing, I'm fine," she replied, but I wasn't buying it.

I rolled my eyes, knowing she wasn't fooling me. "I call bullshit. I know something's up. You're not smiling and happy like you usually are." She rolled her eyes right back at me, slammed her locker shut, and faced me.

Sara said, "The last few days, Elijah's been going off somewhere and getting these phone calls. When I ask him about it, he just tells me not to worry and that he'll be back. But sometimes he doesn't come back, and... I think he's cheating on me." As soon as she finished, she burst into tears, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

I whispered in her ear, "Sara, don't think like that." But she just kept crying, and I wished I could tell her the truth, but it wasn't my place.

She pushed me back and said, "Then tell me, where does he go?" Her voice was desperate, but I didn't have the answers she needed.

Oh crap, think, Luna, think. I blurted out, "Maybe he has a job." It was a weak excuse, but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

She just rolled her eyes, frustration clear in her voice. "No. Why would he hide that from me?" Well, at least I tried.