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| It took everything within him not to race after Des, knowing she needed some space and some time. Despite this knowledge, he wasn't about to give her the amount of space and time she really needed. He started towards the house at a brisk walk, long legs eating up the distance without really trying. He just couldn't leave her alone like this, knew he wouldn't be able to so long as she was within reach. As he was half way to the house, the roar of his truck had his stride faltering. What the fuck... Then the pickup came flying out of the garage, spitting gravel as Des took off down the drive. Well, not she was out of reach, and there wasn't shit he could do about it. Snarling silently, he stormed inside, making it to the bedroom before his anger came to a boil. With a jerk, he pulled the holster from his belt and tossed it carefully to the bed. No matter his rage, the gun safety drilled into his head would always be there. Then he turned, spun and slammed his fist into the drywall beside the bathroom door. This was all so stupid and avoidable! There was no reason things had to have happened like they had! His internal rant was cut short by the chime of a cell phone, and not his. He glanced at the bedside table and spotted the slim little thing Des claimed was a cell phone. He flipped it open to see what it wanted, and the message that greeted him doused his rage and left a cold finger of fear licking at his belly. In the hope that he was taking it out of context, he flipped through her history and that little bit of fear, blossomed back into rage. With a snarl, he stuffed the phone in his pocket and walked out, accidentally closing Ice in his room as he did. He charged to the pool house, slamming the door open and shouting to Sphinx for his keys. He caught them midair and turned on his heel, tossing a comment about something being wrong and having to find Des over his shoulder as he ran for the garage. Firing up the Challenger, he pulled out and headed down the drive, praying he'd be able to find the girl before the sender of the text's did. It felt like it took hours for him to reach the beach, figuring that as Des' first option. Hell, he'd found her there just yesterday hadn't he?! But as the Challenger squealed through the empty lot, the fear began to grip him again. Where else would she go? But before his brain had time to chose, his instincts had him turning up the road to the cliffs. The rear slid out as he made the turn, but he got her back under control and snaked up the road as fast as he could get her to go. Pulling into the lot, his gaze snapped to his truck, then to the dark suv parked beside it. Des was nowhere to be seen, but there were two guys who clearly didn't want him there. In a scream of tires, he slid to a stop, throwing the car into park and cutting the engine before stepping out. His eyes snapped from one person to the next, finally noticing there were two in the back of the suv, not one. He snarled, lips peeling back from teeth as he yelled "DES!" He moved around the Challenger, sure he knew what was happening but still hoping he was wrong. There would be hell to pay for this, even if he was wrong! |
.twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. .Gunnery Sergeant. .Third Tour of Duty. |
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