Chapter-23

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DEANS POV.

Something didn't feel right.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, it's said that you have a sixth sense.

Something didn't feel right.

I got up, and began to walk down the hall to Lanas room, opening the door silently.

Only she wasn't there.

There were no signs of her being there.

She was not in that room.

I began to bang on every damn door in the house.

"Dean, what the hell?" Vincent asked.

I scanned the room to see him, and only him.

I walked across the wall, and shoved myself into Axels room.

"Dean!" He groaned.

She wasn't there either.

My last option for this hallway was Damon's room.

Kicking the door open, I began to look through everything.

"Dean-,"

"Where the hell is Lana?!"

They didn't need to be asked twice before running into different directions, calling out sisters name.

"Lana?!"

She wasn't in the kitchen.

"Lana, where are you?!"

She wasn't in the living room.

"Come on Lan!"

She wasn't in the house.

She wasn't outside either.

Something didn't feel right.

"Axel, start making some damn calls." I ordered as I finished checking the basement.

It didn't take long for most of our men to show up.

"Don't worry Capo. We will find her." Our head of security tried to reassure me.

I was unsure of how I should feel. Worried, mad, or a dangerous concoction of both.

I subconsciously chose both.

I grabbed a set of keys, and hopped into a car.

"Dean!" Vincent banged on the window.

I was too out of it to notice.

But now, I'm kind of wishing I did notice him.

I ignored him, and sped out of the I've way.

Much like how I was with Vincent, I was too out of it to actually know where ever the hell i was going.

Within ten minutes of my rampage, I could see two cars trailing behind me, presumably of either my brothers, or some guards, or maybe even both.

I didn't care. If I couldn't have all of my siblings at once against my will, then I wasn't going to care at all.

Two minutes later, I found myself pulling into a driveway.

It wasn't the drive way of some random, nine to five job working civilian.

It was Kristens house.

With everything going on, the one thing I noticed was that their lights are still on.

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