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~Crimson Mystery~

3rd Person POV- The Same Day:

Something was wrong. All of the men could feel it. A feeling they hadn't felt since they finally rid the world of Vito Todd, had come back full force and much worse. They were unsettled by the fact that they hadn't heard from Kalani since she went to the beach house. It was getting late and they hadn't heard a peep from her, or Taylor.

Nick continuously checked her location from his phone, the address never changing the beach house. Her phone was on, the little flashing red dot in the middle of his screen told him that much. But she hadn't called, texted, checked in, nothing.

Something was wrong.  

"I can't keep sitting here in silence. Can't we just go and check on them? It's not like it'll kill them that we showed up." Austin grunted as he paced back and forth, running his hand through his hair as his nerves got the best of him.

"Yeah, this shit doesn't feel right. We should go and check on them." Nick agreed, making Tristan glance over at him.

"Alright. We'll all go, just in case something is wrong and we need to handle the situation quickly." Brandon said with a knowing look. They all nodded before separating to find their respective weapons, just something so they could protect themselves and Kali.

It didn't take long for them to grab what they needed and make their way out of the house. They took two cars, Nick and Austin in one, Tristan and Brandon in the other. They raced across town, heading straight towards the beach house.

Kalani had been gone for at least three hours. That wasn't a long amount of time, but it was weird that she hadn't texted them at all, not even a silly picture just cause she was feeling cute at the moment. Nothing at all and that wasn't normal for her.

"You don't think something is wrong, do you?" Austin asked as he pulled the clip from his gun, checking to see how many bullets were in it before pushing it back in.

"Honestly, I can't tell. We'll find out when we get there. Just fucking hope for the best." Nick grunted, never taking his eyes off the road.

The drive was tense, all of them feeling so many emotions they didn't have a chance to process one of them. The fear of losing Kalani again was too strong. They didn't want to go through that again. They didn't want her to go through that again.

She was finally okay, she was happy with them and the life they had together. They weren't ready for that to be over, not so soon. Not when they were finally able to give her everything she's ever dreamed of.

The ride to the beach house didn't take half as long as it should have, not when they were speeding down the roads like madmen on a mission. Thankfully it had gotten late and there weren't many people out in the streets.

All of them sprung from their cars, barely putting the car in park before they were rushing toward the front door. They all stopped inspecting the outside of the house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for the front door being cracked open.

Having experienced many house invasions before they weren't a stranger to how this had probably gone down. There were signs of forced entry which meant someone was either in the house now or had already done damage and was long gone.

"Tristan, you know this house better than any of us, you take the upstairs and we'll stay downstairs." Brandon whispered as he pulled his gun from his waistband, holding it securely in front of him.

Tristan nodded in understanding before putting his hand on the door. He waited until all of them were ready before pushing it open and rushing in.

The house was quiet, eerily so. The lights had been turned off so it was dark but Tristan was quick to find the light switch and flip it on. Once the lights flickered on they saw the crime scene in front of them.