Saving Us (Mitchell Family #6)(42)
Author: Jennifer Foor

He shook his head. "She looked sad. That man made her cry, but she said she was just real happy to see him."

I stood right up and looked at Colt. "Please tell me this ain’t happenin’."

"What did the man look like?" I don’t know why Colt was asking that. We both knew who the man was.

"He looked regular." Typical kid answer.

"Did he hurt her?" I was more than concerned.

"Nope. At first she ran into her room, but he told her she couldn’t run. That’s when she was cryin’. Am I in trouble?"

I patted him in the head and started dialing John’s number. "No, buddy. You’re not!" After two rings John finally answered.

Hey, Conner what’s up?

I need you out at the ranch as soon as possible. Amy’s been taken.

Taken? To the hospital? Do I need to pick up your mother? Should we get to the hospital?

No, she’s been abducted, man. That bastard found us. I don’t know how. Just get here fast. We’ve got to find her. He’s going to hurt her, John. I just know it. If he lays one hand on her, I will kill him with my bare hands.

Try to keep calm , I’m almost there now.

When we hung up, I walked back to my old room and checked the gun cabinet. I don’t know if I felt more relived or worried when I discovered that her gun was missing. Sure, I was real glad she had it with her, but it didn’t mean she would use it. Amy hated the damn thing.

I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I needed to do something, but had no idea where to start. Amy had no phone with her. I didn’t even know how long she’d been gone. Rick could have had her out of the state by now. I walked back into my hallway when I heard Colt calling Van. I know he was checking on her and Christian. I heard him telling her to come here, instead of going home.

The anger was building up inside of me. He had my woman and my unborn child. It was enough to drive me mad.

Colt came walking toward me. He grabbed my shoulder to turn me around, but I jerked away from him. "He took her, man. He f**kin’ took her." I drove my fist into the wall, sending it right through to the other side. When I pulled it back out, my knuckles were already starting to bleed. I punched the wall again. "Fuck!"

Colt slammed me into the opposite wall. "You need to calm down. This ain’t goin’ to fix nothin’. Look, I know what you’re goin’ through. When Tucker took Savanna I felt like my whole world was goin’ to crumble. You need to have faith. We will find her."

I put my hands on both of his shoulders. "You are neglectin’ to mention that Van lost her baby. I’m glad she’s all better now, but I know what you both went through. I can’t do that, Colt. I ain’t as strong as you."

We both heard the kitchen door opening and rushed in that direction. John met us in the living room, but I saw him looking past us at the holes in the wall. "Tell me you did that."

Colt got in front of me. "He’s tryin’ to calm down. Look we came in for lunch and found Noah all alone. He claims that a man came in and made Amy cry. Then she said she was fine and they left together."

"She took her gun. It’s missin’." I added.

John cocked his eyebrow. "So, you think it’s her ex?"

"I know it’s that bastard. Please, John, you’ve got to help me find her. He’s goin’ to hurt her. I just know it."

I cocked my arm back again, but Colt grabbed it. "There ain’t so sense in bleedin’ anymore and wrecking up the house. You ain’t goin’ to be any help if you can’t use your hand."

"Colt’s right. Have you called Savanna and Lucy to make sure they’re all both alright?"

Colt picked up his phone and dialed what I assumed was the main house. He walked into the other room.

"John, just tell me what to do."

"Does she have her purse, her phone, or anyway we can track her?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No! Don’t you think I would have been callin’ her?"

"Son, you need to calm down!"

"I ain’t your son!" It was an uncalled for low blow. I shouldn’t have said it. I know he hadn’t meant anything by it. "Sorry, I’m just losin’ it here. If he harms one hair on her body, I’m goin’ to kill him, John. I don’t give a shit if I rot in jail. I will tear him apart with my bare hands. That son of a bitch has hurt her enough. What if he’s already hurt her? What if she’s gone into stress induced early labor. He will let her bleed out and die. He wants her dead, man."

"Conner, you can’t think like that. I know it’s hard, but I need you to calm down."

My mother came running in the house. I could see from the look on her face that she already knew what was going on. "Conner." She fell into my arms and started crying. John gave up trying to calm me down after that. Once he saw my mother acting the way I had, there was no way to control the both of us. "Honey, we won’t stop until we find her. I promise you that. Are you okay?" She pulled out of my arms and looked into my eyes. Since hers were full of tears, I could feel myself getting a little more emotional than I was willing to share.

"How am I supposed to be. Amy is out there somewhere and we aren’t doin’ anything. He could have cut her up and sliced her into pieces by now. My whole damn future is at stake here. So, no. I ain’t alright at all, mom!"

"Okay, John what do you need us to do?"

He sat down on the couch. "First off, you need to know that we don’t have much to go on. This guy’s been underground for months. We don’t know what he drives or if he’s using an alias. I got units patrolling the highways, looking for suspicious cars with out of state tags. We need to monitor the phones. Most of the time, they end of calling for a ransom."

"He ain’t goin’ to call. He wanted to get her alone so he could harm her. Her life is in danger. I can’t just sit here and wait for you to tell me that you found her body in a ditch." I sat down and put my hands up to my face. "I can’t lose them, you hear me?"

Colt came in carrying his daughter, followed by a very concerned Van. She saw the look on my face and stayed back. I didn’t need anyone’s pity. I needed them to get up off their asses and help me find her.

"What about the woods? We need to check the woods," I suggested.

"It’s hundreds of acres." Colt looked at John after he’d said it.

"I don’t give a shit. Get on the gators and start looking. Get all the farm hands on board. For all we know, he was on foot. Have the police search every road that runs alongside our property."

“I’m already having them do that, Conner. Look, the best thing you can do right now is sit tight.” John was doing his job. I got that. It just wasn’t enough.