Heaven’s Regrets (Book 1)

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Chapter Twenty Two

What choice do I have? They’re going to kill Axel if I try anything. I won’t let anyone else die because of me. I'm the whole damn reason we're in this position.

"Fine! I'll fucking go!" My fists clenched so tight; I’m sure at any second my nails will draw blood.

"You've made a wonderful choice, dear." His voice is so sinister it makes my skin crawl.

"I highly doubt that." My voice dripping in sarcasm.

I’m filled with uncertainty. The only thing I’m sure of is I at least have the chance to prevent one death right now.

When my abductor pulls down into the ditch of an abandoned gravel road, I quickly reach for the blade I always keep in my back pocket. I pull the cardboard protector off, fitting the blade between my fingers.

It’s now or never.

He rips me from the back seat sending me to my ass, and I drop the blade in the midst of trying to catch myself. For fucks sake.

"What the hell was that for!" I shout.

"I'm just the deliverer." He shrugs.

"Care to elaborate?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I spot my blade shining in the moonlight. If I'm subtle enough, I can grab it when I stand up.

"Not really, no."

"Of course not." I roll my eyes. This guy is an amateur, he didn't search me, nor did he secure me—his mistake.

I hear the faint sound of loud engines making their way closer. Fucking took them long enough.

As soon as I grab the blade and stand, I realize it isn’t the roar of the club. It’s three four-wheelers flying up to us. My fleeting moment of relief quickly hindered. Feeling cornered, I quickly slide the blade across the driver's throat and hop in the driver's seat.

Slamming the shifter down into drive, I whip a shitty. I’m not about to keep heading where ever he was taking me. At least if I turn around, I have a better chance of running into help.

I look over to the passenger seat as something catches the reflection of the moon seizing my attention-a god damn rifle. I skid to stop and reach over for the gun, and hop over the seats into the back. I push the back window open and prop the rifle on the ledge. Looking through the scope, I lead the sight to my first target. He flies off the back as the bullet soars through his chest, the four-wheeler goes crashing into the next one.

I line up my next target and fire; he's out. I look for the third rider to see if he had survived the four-wheeler hit, I can’t see his body and I’m not going to fuck around by wasting any more time looking.

I send a shot to each of the four-wheelers, causing them to catch fire. Good enough. I climb back up front and throw it in drive. Just as I come up to the following section line, a whole group of vehicles emerge from the tree line. I can’t take all of them by myself. My only option is to try outrunning them.

It's been six long months without Cassie. The only thing we might have had to go on was her necklace, but we found it lying in the gravel that night, so we have nothing. We had run out of leads within a month. Dad turned the case over to the local police department and sent the other Chapters home.

It's a lot calmer with them gone, but it just makes the void of Cassie being gone that much more prominent. Ghost was working sun up to sun down, building a home for the two of them for quite some time. But as the months droned on, he slowly works less and less.

Everyone had given up hope that we would ever see her again, but I know better. One way or another, she will make it back to us.

Carter and Ghost became the best of friends over a bottle or several in their case. I took over working on the house for Cassie. I know it will mean the world to her to come back to a new home.

I think it’s the only thing keeping me together most days. Dad doesn’t bother coming out of the office anymore except for Church, as he likes to call the weekly meetings. Nothing new ever comes up. We were all in a funk without Cassie.

Honestly, it might be better if she's dead rather than constantly wondering where she is and what's happening to her.

I watch as Ghost and Carter finish off another bottle. Carter has yet another club girl under his arm, trying to fill the emptiness in his heart any way he could. We all miss her, but these two were taking it the hardest.

Ghost hasn’t even so much as looked at another girl, and I'm not sure if that makes matters better or worse. At some point, he has to move on, though I'm not too sure that's possible. I've never seen anyone look at someone the way he looked at her.

He truly loves her, and my sister deserves love more than anyone I know. I can't believe this is our life. Getting wasted at the bar night after night instead of looking for my sister.

I've still been looking into leads anywhere I can, I haven't found jack shit, but I don't plan to give up anytime soon.

I turn my attention to the police scanner on the counter next to me, "Shots fired! We need medical to 5642 Holsten Drive. Approx twenty-year-old female multiple GSWs to the abdomen!"

My stomach churns. I know the chances are slim to none, but I have to see for myself, "Boys," I call over to Ghost and Carter, “You guys riding with me or what?"

"What's the point, Cade? It's not going to be her. It never is." Ghost sighs, bowing his head.

"It could be. I just have a feeling, guys, trust me!"

"I'm with Ghost on this one, bro. I can't take getting my hopes up to have them ripped away anymore." Carter adds.

"For fucks sake, you guys!" I scoff, "I just know it's her! I can feel it. She'll be so hurt if you guys aren't there with me."

"Well, if it is Cassie, she'll understand." Ghost murmurs.

I shake my head, grabbing my shit off the counter, “You guys will never forgive yourselves if it's her." I huff.

Taking Cassie's keys from the shop wall, and I’m not even surprised when the truck fires right up. Cassie knows her way around a vehicle better than me, that's for sure. I can't stop my hands from shaking as I shift into gear. This feeling in my gut is practically screaming it's her. I don't think I can take it if it isn't.

Going as fast as I can without getting pulled over, the thirty-minute drive only takes about twenty instead, still didn’t seem fast enough.

I sprint up to the counter, asking about the gunshot victim. They aren't able to release any information since there’s now an investigation.

I find the waiting room quickly enough and take my phone out to update the guys, not that they care much, and I don’t have much to share, but I'd want to know either way if I was the one who stayed behind.

A few people had come and gone from the waiting room. I can tell I make them uncomfortable by how they look at me like I was some sort of alien wearing leather.

I have half a mind to say something, but I don’t know what they’re here for, and if they feel anything like I do right now, they definitely won’t want to hear what I have to say.

The hours pass slowly when I notice one of the cops from earlier is still standing by the desk waiting, I assume, for updates on the girl.

"Hey, mind if I ask you something?" I walk over to the Cop.

"Beats just standing here staring at the wall."

"I'm just wondering if you could give me any information about the girl that was brought in tonight?"

"Sorry, son, no dice."

"Look, my sister has been missing for six months. I know this will sound weird or whatever, but I just have this feeling it's her."

"What's your name, son?" He squints at me.

"Caden, Sir. Caden Scott."

"Hmm. Got some ID?"

I reach in my back pocket, grabbing my wallet out, and flip out my driver's license.

"Why don't we sit?" He motions to the chairs.

I follow him over, taking a seat opposite of him. My heart is racing. I'm almost certain it's about to beat right out of my chest.

"Look, kid, I'm not able to tell you much. We found her bleeding out in the street. The home's occupants didn't make it. We don't know what happened tonight, but we will get to the bottom of this."

"So it's her? It's my sister?" My brain and heart cease to work in the few seconds that feel like hours it takes for him to respond.

"There's no doubt. She looks just like you. I'm sorry son, I do hope she pulls through."

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. All this fucking time and she was in town the whole time? I watch him walk back over to the desk, trying to process everything he's said. I let out a long sigh, if only we had looked harder for her.
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