Amber Gray moves to her dream college in her dream city. Her life drastically changes as she overcomes friendships and relationships. Going to NYU to study fashion has been her dream since as long as she can remember. And when she gets accepted thin...
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As I walk out of that bar and into the parking lot I find myself not knowing what to do.
For the first time in my life... I don't know what the fuck to actually do.
I can hear my heart beating out of my chest and horrible thoughts intrude my mind.
Did he hurt her?
Is she okay?
What should I do?
Where is she?
It's fucking obvious that it's Shawn who did this.
The second I get a hold of that bitch, life is literally over for him. I will give him the slowest, most painful death I possibly could.
I unlock my car and quickly get it.
I grab my phone and start calling Amber.
Goes straight to voicemail.
"Heyyyy it's Amber!! Leave a message."
My heart aches as I hear her very cheery voice mail voice.
I called the unknown number that sent me the text hoping for that fucker to answer.
He doesn't.
Fucking bitch.
I hesitantly drive to my mafia warehouse, hoping to track Amber.
And that's when it hits me.
I have a tracker on her necklace.
Invasion of privacy? I guess.
But right now I don't give a fuck.
Speeding through the highway, I finally arrive to the HQ.
We got matching necklaces a couple weeks ago, with each other's initials. I put a tracker in hers. But only for her safety, not because I'm some controlling paranoid boyfriend.
I mean I sorta am but not in that way.
I take the elevator to the fifth floor, and walk to my office. Grabbing my computer I quickly tracked her location. I frustratingly run my fingers through my hair as I see her phone's last location being on a highway out of New York.
