He catches up to me as I reach the car, "I'm driving." I tell him opening the driver's side. "Get in."
He does as I say and I put the car in drive and put my foot down. "Hudson, want to tell me what's happened?" Martin asks.
"Tina and my dad got home last night," I say through clenched teeth, my knuckles white as I grip the steering wheel. "Tina decided to have a talk with Mia, which was needed but then she decided she'd tell Mia everything about me."
"Shit, what did she think she was going to accomplish by telling her that?" Martin sounds pissed, he knows what Mia means to me and having someone else tell her about me and what I do for a living means that she'll think I'm a liar.
"Call Barney and put him on speaker," I tell him, I want to know why she was allowed to leave the house.
"On it Boss." He replies, and the sound of the dial tone hits my ears.
"Martin, is everything okay?" Barney asks as he answers the phone.
"Where are you?" I growl, pissed that he allowed her to leave the house.
"Boss?" He questions.
"I asked you a question. Where are you?"
"I'm at home. Your dad told me to go home, get some rest. That he had it covered from there. Why, what's happened?" He's on edge now.
Fucking Dad. "Mia's gone. Tina told her about me, everything about me, and Mia fled back to Oakland."
"Shit, do you need me to help search?"
My anger toward him has diminished. "No, get in contact with Aaron and ask him if he needs assistance."
"On it, call if you need me." He tells me and ends the call just as we pass the Welcome to Oakland sign.
I'm pulling up outside Mia's house within five minutes, and I immediately notice two cars parked here, both parked in the drive. As I get out of the car
Jagger's truck pulls up behind my car. He's out of it within seconds.
"She here?" He asks.
"I don't know, her car’s here, I've not been inside yet," I reply and start walking toward the house. As I get closer, I notice the front door is ajar. "Fuck," I bite out as I reach for my gun at my back.
Walking to the front door, Martin walks in front of me, and I roll my eyes, he always makes sure that he's in front in case we're ambushed. His foot nudges the door open, his gun raised high as he glances around the house. I immediately still as I see blood on the floor. Jagger pushes past me and into the house, Martin is checking each room as I glance back at the blood. It's at the door, what the hell happened to make someone bleed here? Is it Mia's blood? Glancing up, my gaze hits a set of luggage, frowning I walk over to it, looking at the tag, it has the name Lacey Kane on it.
"Boss." The low tone of Jagger's voice has my blood running cold. Walking over to him, he's looking at the floor, Following his gaze I spot the pool of blood. Whoever the hell bled, needs to get medical help and quickly.
"Boss, she’s not here," Martin tells me. All I see is a haze of red.
“She’s gone?” Jagger whispers his eyes on me.
"Boss…" Martin begins.
"No, no ‘Boss’. Lacey and Mia are gone." I tell him. "I don't care what's going on; someone has my woman, the love of my life. I want her back. I want both of them back, and whoever took them I want their head on a fucking platter. Do I make myself clear?" I ask not bothering looking at Jagger.
He nods, "I'll get every man, woman, and child on it now."
"Call Barney, tell him that he and Aaron need to find that bitch. This shit has Juan written all over it." He turns and leaves, leaving Jagger and me alone.
"Hudson..." Jagger’s voice is strong. This is why he’s my right-hand man.
"Don't!" I growl, my emotions are on the surface. "Just don't. I’m going to find her Jag, and I'm going to make this city bleed until I do."
He stands up taller, his expression going from worry to anger. "I'm going to kill whoever has her."