Chapter 49

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LOGAN POV

The cold breeze of Ohio air numbed my face.

"She better be okay, bro," Jake said.

Jake and Tony came with me. Apparently, they didn't trust that she would come home with me and that I needed backup.

I used to think they were Idiot 1, Idiot 2, and Idiot 3. I think I climbed up that list now.

Mom came to pick us up.

"Hey boys," she said but I sense disappointment.

"Mom," Jake kissed her cheek. Bastard.

"Hey mom," I gave her a hug.

"Come on, let's go home first and we can find her later," she said.

'You mean she is not at her mother's place?" Tony asked.

"We checked," she sighed. "she is not there."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Checked twice," she nodded. "different time, even and she isn't there."

"She bought a ticket to Ohio so she must be here," I said.

"We will find her," she wasn't optimistic.

Once we got home, I was already out the door.

"Logan!" Jake called out.

"I'm not here to for talk or dinner party, Jake," I said.

"I was thinking we go to dad's and ask him to come with us," Jake said. "if what happened to Thea was true and she is back in her mother's place, there will be a lot of drunk men there."

Fuck. I wasn't thinking straight. I can't when Thea was still out there.

Jake called dad and we met up at Thea's house. It was dark inside. No lights were on.

The streets were shallow and creepy. Everything about this screams danger.

"Can I help you boys?" a woman opened the door when we knocked. She looked wasted and high.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Thea," Jake answered.

"What about my daughter?" she asked, giggling. Definitely high.

"I am not here to play games," I said and tried to enter her house but dad held me back.

"Son," he warned.

"Thea!" Tony screamed into the house. "are you holding her hostage?"

"Not holding her if she came back freely," she snapped then shut her mouth quickly.

So Thea was here.

That was all the confirmation I needed. I burst in and head upstairs. Her room was a mess. Her bags were on the floor, unpacked. The bed was gone. There were empty wine bottles lying around. It wasn't Thea's. She hated alcohol. They were men. Did she bring them here? What was she thinking?

My heart my heart crushed into a small ball.

"Where is she?" Jake shake the living sense out of her.

"She is working!" her mother had enough. Jake lets her go and she fell to the floor. Too drunk to pick herself up.

"Where?" Dad asked.

"Like I will tell you," she laughed.

"Where?" I roared. She flinched and looked up. Her eyes were wide as I grabbed her collar and pulled her up.

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