14. Oliver
Oliver
W hen Jack and Gray caught a whiff of Savvy’s scent from my clothes, it was quickly confirmed she was a scent match for all four of us. We celebrated in the hospital with vending machine candy and coffee so bad it should be illegal.
As Hale had said, Jane was fine, just pissed off.
The doctors were more worried about her high blood pressure than her actual injuries so we spent most of the night soothing her.
She loved hearing about me finding Savvy again, and she’s excited to meet her.
I didn’t hear back from her again, but I just assumed she got done late and went to bed.
I wrote her a text the next morning, telling her how I couldn’t wait to see her later.
Jane was discharged around mid-morning, and the label sent their own security to accompany us to Jane’s home.
Two detectives from the Asheville Department would be meeting us there to take Jane’s statement.
They had already pulled the footage from the diner, so it looked like they had enough evidence to start an investigation into the local police department.
I never had to see my dad again, and the thought alone lifted a heavy burden I had been carrying around.
“Thank you so much for chatting to us Miss Rawson,” The detective says, shaking Jane’s hand. “We have everything we need for now, but we’ll reach out to you in Asheville if we have any more questions.”
“Just make sure that man stays away from my Oliver,” She huffs out, a tear sliding down her cheek. “He has suffered enough. ”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as the detectives say their goodbyes. It isn’t long before we have Jane’s belongings all packed up and we’re making the hour journey to Asheville.
Savvy still hasn’t responded to my message, so I try calling her, but it goes directly to voicemail.
“Hale, could we stop by Savvy’s work real quick?” I ask from the backseat. “She still hasn’t replied, but her phone is off.”
He grunts in agreement, and about thirty minutes later, we pull to a stop in front of the closed restaurant.
“Maybe they only open tonight?” Gray asks, always the voice of reason. “She might just be sleeping in, and her phone died. We can stop by again tonight if you haven’t heard back yet.”
“There isn’t anything we can do right now, Ollie,” Hale says, already pulling away from the curb. “Jane needs rest, and we don’t know her address. We'll come back tonight.”
I know their right but fucking hell I hate every mile we put between us and Savvy.
Jane has fallen asleep wedged between me and Jack, her head resting on Jack’s shoulder.
She has been through hell, and I need to ensure she is taken care of first, so I ignore my growing concern and focus on getting Jane settled into our new home.
“This is fucking bullshit,” I’m pacing in front of Gino’s later that night, my alpha fully in the forefront as I pace outside the closed restaurant.
“It’s past nine on a Saturday night! They should be open.
She still hasn’t responded to any of my texts, something is fucking wrong.
” I know I’m spiraling, but my mate is missing, AGAIN.
“There are people inside,” Hale growls out, sounding just as unhinged as I do. He goes over to the door and starts banging on it.
A bald, overweight alpha pops his head out about a minute later and sneers at us. “We are closed, leave.”
I push past Hale and use my foot to stop him from closing the door which earns me a glare.
“I am looking for Savvy, I’ve been trying to reach her all day. Is she here?” I try to peak over his shoulder, but his frame blocks my vision.
“You’re the boy from last night,” Recognition flickers in his eyes as he focuses on me. “My niece was very upset after you left, she said you were harassing her in the bathroom. Leave, or I am calling the cops.”
“That’s bullshit!” I turn to the guys, knowing they’ll have my back. Hale looks ready to rip the guy's throat out.
“Ollie,” Gray starts. “Maybe we should leave and wait for Savvy to call you?”
“Call the cops,” I blurt out, scowling at Savvy’s uncle. “She told me some interesting things about you, I’m sure the cops would love hearing all about them.” I’m bluffing, but the way the guy's face pales lets me know I’m onto something.
“You’re on my property; Savannah is not here; when I get home, I’ll ask her to give you a call if that is what she wants.
I am in the middle of a business meeting.
Leave!” He manages to push me just enough and slams the door, locking it behind him.
I watch as he walks over to two other men and gestures for them to follow him .
“Let’s head to the police station, there’s one about ten minutes from here,” Hale says, not looking up from his phone. “We can ask them to come back with us and question her uncle. I agree with Ollie, something feels off.”
“Why don’t we just call them?” Jack asks, a frown on his face.
“They’ll brush off our concerns, but if we go there it’s harder for them to ignore us. I also messaged the detective we chatted to with Jane, maybe he can help.”
“Thanks Hale,’ I give him a hug before we make the short journey to the police station, where it takes over an hour to get them to agree to come back with us.
We’re following the police car back, when an ambulance passes us, the siren sounding even louder with how quiet the car is.
“What the fuck?” Grayson mutters and my eyes go wide when I see all the police cars parked outside of Gino’s. There’s another ambulance, and they’re bringing someone out in a body bag.
I jump out of the truck, but two police officers quickly come over, stopping me from getting closer.
“Son, you have to remain here, this is an active crime scene.”
“My girlfriend might be in there!” I yell at the cop, trying to push past him but Jack grabs me by the shoulders, holding me back.
“Fuck off Jack.” I snarl at him.
“Let the cops do their job Ollie,” He begs me, pulling me close as a soft purr sounds from his chest. I turn around, and wrap my arms around him, crying into his shoulder as he does his best to comfort me. I notice Grayson doing the same for Hale.
What feels like hours later, a short lady wearing a detective badge comes over to us, her face looking grim .
“I’m Detective Anderson, sorry for keeping you waiting. My colleagues tell me you were here earlier and asked them to follow up on a missing person?”
“My - our mate,” I choke out, a fresh wave of tears streaming down my face. “Was she in there? Is she okay?”
“Are you bonded?”
“No, not yet.”
“I’m sorry son, I can only give out information to family members.” She sighs, looking at me with pity in her eyes. “I don’t think she was in there, the two men who were present during the shooting didn’t mention anyone else being in there.”
“And what? You just believe them?” Hale asks in shock, towering over her.
“I have no reason to doubt them.” She responds, not letting Hale intimidate her the slightest. “If you give me your contact information, I’ll reach out as soon as I have any news.”
Hale drags me away while Gray reads out each of our numbers to her. “Let’s get back to the loft; there is nothing here that can help us find her. I’m going to reach out to a few people and have them look for her.”
It feels wrong to leave, but I know he’s right. There is nothing we can do from here, but Hale hasn’t let me down yet, I trust him to make the right calls. Even now.
“Still nothing?” Gray asks, coming into my new room at their loft in Asheville. He sits down next to me and slings his arm around my shoulder when I shake my head no.
I stare down at my screen, at another undelivered message I sent to Savvy, before typing a new one.
Oliver: Please just let me know you’re okay, I’ll leave you alone then.
Gray gently takes the phone from me, placing it down on the bed. “I love her you know,” I admit to him, not meeting his eyes. “I know it’s too soon, that I’ve only been around her twice. But I feel it in my heart, I’m in love with her. I need to find her, Gray; no one else will ever be enough.”
It’s been a week since that night at Gino’s, and we still haven’t heard from Savvy.
We found out the deceased person had been her uncle, and the two guys had been undercover private investigators.
They shot Greg Thompson when he pulled a gun on them but confirmed Savvy hadn’t been there that night.
She is currently classified as a missing person, but the cops don’t know where to start looking for her.
When they searched his home, they found some of her blood throughout the house and warned us that she might not be alive if they did find her.
She’s not dead, I’m convinced I would somehow know if she were. I still feel a connection to her, even if it’s faint. Even if it takes forever, I’ll never stop looking for her.
I’ll never stop loving her.
“It’s not dumb, Ollie; she’s our scent match, our mate. If I had met her, I would be in love with her too.” He gives me a wistful smile, his eyes shining with the regret of never meeting her .
“We will find her,” Hale says walking through the door, Jack right behind him.
“I have people from a top security firm handling everything, they specialize in finding missing omegas. They’ve tracked down her mother but she’s refusing to talk to them.
They’re sending a couple of guys out to talk to her and survey the area.
If you’re okay with it, I’ll be issuing a public press release, asking for help finding her. ”
“Add her photo too, anything that will help find her.”
He drops down next to me, typing away on his for a couple of minutes before tossing it on the bed, only to immediately pick it back up when all our phones ping with a notification.
“Holy shit,” Jack whispers, in awe of what he’s reading on his screen. “Her dad was Deon Jordan? No wonder she’s so talented.”
The news article goes on to say how her dad was in a car accident last year and had been in a coma up until a couple of months ago when he passed away.
According to court records, there isn’t much more information about Savvy, just that her mom was looking after her.
They have no idea how she ended up staying in North Carolina with her uncle.
“This will help find her, Ollie,” Hale says, a smile breaking out across his face. “Cops are going to be more invested in solving this now that they know her dad was basically rock royalty.”
“It’s fucking pathetic that you have to be famous to get any sort of help,” Jack spits out. “What about all the other people who go missing who don’t have fame as an initiative to find them?”
We all agree, but right now I can’t help but be thankful that her dad was famous. I would take any extra help I could get to find my mate.
And when do we find her? I’m never letting her go.