Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
ENZO
I roar to a stop right outside the house, and what I see instills no confidence in me.
In fact, everything plummets heavily down to my feet.
Cade bursts out of the front door at a run. "Shit, man, I didn't know. I was doing work. Everything was fine. Lyndall was reading, and Lola went upstairs, and...fuck! I tried to reach you. Sent you messages through our app system."
I shut my eyes, half out of the car, the motor still running because I'm both coming and going, not sure what the fuck I'm about to do.
I stare at him, and then at the spot where the rental car was.
I take a breath. "I don't have that on text-to-voice, considering some of the more sensitive shit we talk about. And where the fuck's your car?"
"And you didn't want anything to come through in case you were in the car with Lola, and I gave your game away." He pushes his glasses up on his head as he remembers he still has them on, which he does when he is working.
I want to be mad. Every beat of my blood tells me to be, but I can't do it.
Cade did what I would have, he went and did some work while everyone seemed to be calm and doing their own puttering around.
Instead, someone was pretending to be me.
"Did Silas tell you?"
He nods. "Someone hacked your phone and called her. I told you not to play that game for so long. If it got your rocks off playing with her, there are ways—"
Cade sighs. "Sorry. Lecture not needed, I know."
"I called. Why didn't you pick up?"
He strides to the car and opens the passenger door. "Because your sister and fucking girl stole my phone. I left it in the kitchen."
"And it wasn't locked?"
"No. I opened it to show Lyndall something when we were playing poker earlier. I didn't reset my lock."
Because my sister saw the passcode. And I'm betting he brought a burner with him. It is so Cade. He can run calls through it, so they won't be traced.
I try to keep my mind on the small things like that. I motion for him to get in, and then I unclip my phone and toss it to him.
"Where's Lyndall?"
Shit. I almost forgot my sister. I'm not leaving her here.
Cade grabs my arm.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Your sister and Lola took my phone. They both left. Together. And your girlfriend stole my car keys and my car."
That brings the smallest smile to my mouth as I gun the motor and burn rubber to the edge of the driveway.
Yeah, there is a part that is low-key impressed by Lola's sneakiness, but...
I hit the brakes. "Where the fuck are we going?"
He looks at me. "I don't know. You have trackers on their phones, right?"
"Right."
"You drive, I will give directions as I track."
I head out onto the road when Cade hums, and I slow to a coast.
"What?"
"This is odd...The tracker's been erased from Lola's phone."
"Lyndall's?" My throat goes tight.
He nods. "Turn left, head south, stay on this road, then take the highway... Lyndall's phone is on here. Her tracker isn't moving. Hang on." He taps on my phone. "She's at Harry's Diner just out of town."
I push down on the accelerator and drive as fast as I can, and when we arrive, I screech to a halt.
The tracker shows her in one spot. Just down the road from Harry's.
But though the signal comes through, there is no sign of anyone in that spot.
"Fuck, Enzo," Cade mutters, bending down and picking up the smashed remnants of Lyndall's phone.
There are also tire tracks.
My stomach heaves.
I take the phone from Cade and pocket it. Then he hands me mine.
We look at each other.
I set off at a run to the diner, but there are only a handful of people in there.
I head to the waitress. "Have you seen this woman?"
"No, honey." She offers me a worn smile.
I pull up Lyndall's photo.
"Naw, not her, either." Then she frowns. "There was some noise and shouting just down the road a bit that reached up about twenty minutes or so ago."
"Thanks."
I head out to join Cade.
"What now?" he asks.
I sigh. I'm fucking in over my head. I'm drowning. "I'm going to have to speak to my father."
"Not Gino?"
"No, not fucking Uncle Gino." Though I would prefer that. I would prefer owing him all the favors in the world. But this is family. Immediate family.
It is worse than that.
It is me fucking up.
"I need to talk to Dad. Tell him not only have I been protecting Lola, the daughter of his most hated enemy, but I also managed to lose Lyndall."
"Fuck."
"Exactly. This is not a conversation I'm looking forward to having."
But it needs to be done.
Then I will find them.
If it is the last thing I do, and it very well might be, I will find them.
Both.
TO BE CONTINUED
Lola and Enzo’s story continues in Book 4 of the Devoted In Darkness Duet, Beautifully Twised.