The Way That I Love You(Book 2)

Partake In My Misery

Morgan

She wakes up warm. Not necessarily too warm but enough to notice.

She looks to find the source and realizes it's because she's laid over Colin's chest. He's more of a hot body than she is and sometimes it's like sleeping with fire. It doesn't necessarily make it that much easier when there isn't a clothes barrier between them.

So she very carefully sneaks out of bed and then she gets dressed before heading downstairs. It's like any other day since Knox has been gone: the family littered about the house in different parts along with some officers.

She sort of spends the next little bit of time trying to force herself to eat. When she can't, she sort of just gets frustrated and cleans the already clean counters and stove in the kitchen. She's running out of things to be occupied with and she's tempted to just go back upstairs and hide in the room.

Then she gets a phone call from an unknown number.

"Hello Morgan, remember me? Oh wait..." the person laughs and she clenched her fists.

"What do you want?"

"Oh sweetie, I wouldn't talk like that...especially when I have your precious little boy here." She hears someone sobbing suddenly; a small one that's scared.

Knox.

"You...you stole my son?"

"Ah, ah, ah, I'll be the one talking...especially since you don't want to end up with a body on your hands. That's not what you want, is it?"

She ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes.

Think.

"No." She answered and the person laughs.

"You see, I get what I want. And since last time I didn't get it; I'll do it this time. Now, I have some instructions for you to follow..." she looks around her and grabs a paper; writing something on it.

"Instructions? For what?"

"Oh you don't worry about that. First, you need to get away from all those detectives; why don't you take your car and sneak away, hm? I'll tell you what to do when you get in. You have seven minutes." They hung up.

"Morgan are you okay kid?" She jumped a bit as her father in law called to her.

"Yeah, excuse me I'm gonna go to the bathroom." She moved out of the room and down the hall but turned to go toward the door instead.

The moment she touched the doorknob someone stopped her.

"Ma'am? May I ask where you're going?" She looked to see one of the officers walking toward her from the office.

"Just to get some fresh air..."

"Well ill have to accompany you...my commander says to keep an eye on all the family members."

Damn.

"Of course." They moved outside to the porch and she took a deep breath. "How long have you been an officer?"

"Almost five years ma'am."

"Five is a long time..."

"It is..." she sat on the step and fiddled with some of the rocks. He joined her a little while after.

"Wanna know something interesting my best friend told me?"

"Sure..." he smiled politely.

"She told me that when we were younger, I had two choices: to either be a famous singer and designer or a famous criminal." He looked at her questioningly.

"What?"

"I'm really sorry about this." He furrowed his eyebrows just before she grabbed a big stone and hit him in the head with it.

The man fell immediately; his body limp in the bushes in the front. She moved to make sure; sighing a breath of relief when she realized he was still breathing. She hurried to put the paper in his hand before getting up and running to her car. She sped off and down the street before her phone started to ring.

"Good job. Now, I want you to take the next two rights and stay on the ramp. Look for a blue car with a red stripe on the hood. Follow it." The person hung up.

She followed the instructions and after a few minutes of driving she spotted the car. First it sort of chills on the side so she's forced to go slower than she usually would. Then, it hops into gear and it gets directly in front of her and starts to lead the way. She's out of her mind trying to figure out what's going on and the longer they ride, the less cars are more apparent, the less cars that are more apparent there are even less people, and when there is no one in sight is where she gets downright scared.

The car starts to slow before pulling to the side and she follows behind. There are two men that get out; both big and husky. One threw her door open and demanded she take off her seatbelt. The other stood behind him to make sure she would.

As soon as it was out of the way; he grabbed her arm and pulled her out. They held onto either of her arms as they walked back to the car; but they stopped next to it.

"Arms up and out to your sides." She stared at the blonde man before doing as he said.

They started to pat her down; removing anything she may have in her pockets like her wallet and phone. Once they were satisfied that she had nothing else is when they stopped: one bodyguard standing in the front and one standing at the back of her.

The blonde one spoke into his sleeve.

"All clear." He waits for a moment and then presumably nods to the other bodyguard.

All of a sudden she feels something jab into her neck; a prick almost before things go blurry.

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Colin

"What do you mean she's missing?"

"She's gone. Took her car and left after she hit the officer. She left a note in his hand...for you."

Detective Club passes it to him and he unfolds the piece of paper to read her hectic writing.

Someone called. They have Knox and I can't sit still and wait anymore. I realize that all of this is stupid and I should have told you but I didn't have time. You should be safe. He'll be home soon. I promise.

I love you.

"I have to go get her..."

"No, Colin, you have to stay here...just in case they call again. I have my best men..."

"Your best men haven't been doing shit. My kid went missing and you've been sitting around doing nothing. Now my wife is gone too and you want me to sit still? Your best men don't mean shit to me." He interrupts.

One of the extra security guards steps up but Detective Club waves him away.

"We're going to find them. I released a state wide search for Morgan and I'm sure they couldn't have gotten far. We have a chopper looking for her car, I have an analyst tracing her phone and we're looking through traffic light databases. Going out there could be putting them in even more danger than they're already in."