TWENTY-TWO

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I never knew you, how did I kill her?!


Jaxon


"Fûckin bull shît!" I yelled while I threw one of the bags on the ground.

I gripped my hair and clenched my jaw, while I breathe through my nose.

How can I be fûckin stupid and fûckin forget the fûckin paper!!

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. "Damn it." I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I sighed and turned my phone back on.

Once it showed the lock screen, my phone started to be blown up with all the missed calls that I got from Clay or Landon. I rolled my eyes but I called Landon since I pushed the note to his chest.


It barely rung twice till he answered. "Jaxon! What the fûck!-"

"Landon shut the fûck up. Listen. Send me a picture of the damn note." I said while I stood in the front of the airport while people gave me weird looks which I gave a blank one back.


"No! I fûckin told you to wait for us-"


"Landon! Just send me the damn picture! I don't have time for this whole shît right now! They have her Landon! And you're trying to make a fûckin conversation! Send the damn picture!" And that's when I clicked.


Not even a minute later, I got the picture.
1590 cable ranch rode. Where the fûck is that?!

I rolled my eyes, "what?!" I said while I answered his call.

"We're at the airport where are you at?"


"Landon! I fûckin left! I'm back in Chicago!"


"Oh. Um, well-"

"Look. Just go to that address when you guys get here. I'll be there. Bye."


"Oh- bye."


I saw that there was cabs waiting for anyone to call them over. So that's what I did. "I need you to take me to this place. But I need to be there in ten minutes." I said while I closed the door.


"That would be extra sir."


"I don't care. Get me there in ten minutes."

*****


"Okay. Here you go sir." He pulls up to a wearhouse.


Fûckin typical. What? Have her tied up?


"That's $32.57." He turns to look at me but I'm out of there already and walking in the wearhouse.


"You didn't pay!"


"You brought me here in eleven minutes. Not ten." I dropped the bags next to the door, and reached into my waist band and fûckin cursed my self.


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