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Chapter 41

       I woke up in a cold sweat, my hair sticking to my neck in a disgusting mess and I was clutching the comforter for dear life. The dream was bad, but it was nowhere near as horrible as before. My breathing was hard as I glanced over at a sleeping Rex. He was flopped on his stomach, his beautiful mouth slightly open. The image made me smile, and eased my erratic heartbeat.

       Why was it so hot in here? So stuffy?

       It made my head hurt, made the images seem so real. I needed fresh air. I need to walk off that horrible dream. I didn't wake Rex up as I quickly changed into yoga pants and threw on a jacket. He hadn't been sleeping for weeks. This was the first time I've woken up with him looking so out of it. He needed all the sleep he could get.

       I slipped as quietly out of the room, and the apartment, as I could. I wouldn't be gone long, just a few minutes. It had been a few days since that little drunken episode of mine, and Rex wouldn't let me live it down. He kept reminding me that I apparently proclaimed just how much I loved him, like so much. I laughed at the memory and hugged the jacket tighter around me.

       It wasn't long before the cold air cleared my mind, pushed the nightmare away, and opened my tight lungs. I paused just as the air started to turn bitterly cold, the light from the street lamps lighting the dark street in front of me. I let out a heavy sigh, the flashes of the past slowly leaving my mind.

       When the dream was just a distant memory I slowly turned back around and hugged my jacket tighter again. It was getting colder with each passing day, and I had no doubt that it would start snowing like crazy soon. I was excited really. I loved the snow.

       The sky was pitch black and the only visible light came from the few street lamps that were lit. The walk back seemed longer than I thought, even though I was barely five minutes from the complex. I had almost crossed the street to get to the apartment's parking lot when a voice stopped me cold.

       "I like your boyfriend."

       The soft voice coming from the darkness behind me had me whipping my head around in surprise. "Whose there?" I called into the chilly night air, my hands shaking nervously in my jacket's pockets. There was no mistaking the dark mass standing just a few feet away, leaning casually against a tree a few feet behind me.

       The figure ignored me as he leaned off the tree and took slow steps forward. The feeling of unease grew in my stomach until it started crawling up my throat. I gulped and edged further towards the apartments parking lot. I was so close, just a few yards away. The guy was still too far in the dark for me to see anything, but the uneasy feeling raging through me wouldn't go away.

       "Rex right? He's a big kid. Body of a fighter." That soft voice was like listening to a dark lullaby, one that didn't send people to sleep.

       "H-how do you know that?" That unpleasant, anxious feeling crawled its way into my chest and throat until it was consuming me in a deep whole of 'this really isn't good'.

       The figure chuckled a little as it stepped almost directly into the street light where I had just been. His dark hair almost seemed to reflect the glare of the lamp in a ghostly way, and his rather large body seemed to dwarf the bench next to him.

       My feet faltered as a pair of dark eyes locked onto mine, eyes that had haunted my dreams almost as much as the Elliots had. The gasp that tore through me was so rough it shook my whole being and made my chest ache. "Donni..." I stumbled back so fast I almost tripped and fell in a heap on the ground.

       I watched in horror as one of the people that made my entire early life a living hell gave me a small smile, some dark glint flicking through his dark eyes. I should have turned and ran. Should have screamed like a banshee for help. But I didn't. I couldn't. I was frozen in fear, in shock, in panic. The sight of him made me want to throw up, cry my eyes out, and curl into a tight ball all at the same time.

       This could not be happening...

       "I saw your little nightmare episode." He drawled on as he started walking again, his voice no longer soft and strange. That dark tone sent shivers of fear rolling down my spine, but I couldn't move. I couldn't run. Whatever fear had gripped me had disabled me from moving.

       Donni had seen- He was watching me sleep... Oh God.

       "I felt bad really, you looked so upset. You should have woken him up. I'm sure he would have calmed you down. He always seems to be doing that." My insides turned sickeningly as he stopped barely four feet in front of me, those horrible eyes watching me in cold amusement. He had been watching us... watching Rex.

       "Don't hurt him." Those were the only three words that sounded brave in the cold night air, and they stood between us like iron. Donni's small smile curled into that disgusting smirk that usually plagued my childhood.

       "I'm not going to hurt him Rose, as long as..." His voice trailed off and those dark, disgusting brown eyes darkened almost excitedly.

       "As long as what?" There was really no point in asking. I know what he wanted, what they wanted. Even if I could run it would have been pointless. Donni was one of the most experienced, trained athletes the Elliots had ever hired. He was their favorite errand boy. Their favorite catcher. There was panic in my chest, but it wasn't so consuming that it brought on an attack. That was little comfort though.

       "You know what you have to do."

       My eyes dropped to the ground at our feet. I did not want to comply. I didn't want to go. I had the urge to run, despite the outcome. To give it my all, try as hard as I could to get away. I didn't want to be that helpless little girl anymore who they could easily lock in a room with no windows.

       But then Donni moved the end of his jacket slightly, almost casually like he hadn't really meant to. The gun strapped to his hip was real, and the warning in his eyes was clear. He didn't have a problem shooting me if I ran, and he didn't have a problem killing Rex either. He's killed for less.

       I dropped my head as a defeated sob racked through my miserable body. Donni closed the distance between us and wrapped his thick hand around my upper arm, that always-there smirk plastered on his stupid face. "You know," He started chuckling a minute later as he dragged me in the completely opposite direction of Rex's apartment, my heart heavy as it weighed down my steps.

       "I thought this was going to be a lot harder. I figured you would try kicking and screaming, like that one time when you ran away. You remember that? Chasing you down was fun. The most fun I had in a long time." His voice made me want to throw up. "I'm kind of disappointed you're coming so easily. Then again, it is different when someone threatens the significant other." His dark chuckle rang out through the empty streets as he hauled me to the sleek black car parked in the alley.

       I couldn't fight him, or the Elliots. They knew about Rex. They would hurt him if I tried anything. They would kill him. I could feel myself shutting down as we walked closer to the vehicle. I could feel the happiness in me die, could feel the panic and depression rearing their ugly heads. My body was shutting down, my steps became slow, sluggish. Donni was basically dragging me against the ground by the time we reached his company owned car.

       Everything my father and that therapist had fixed, all the walls they had built, I could feel them crumbling down. All the love I had for my family, for the Big Four, for Rex, was suffocating me. Tears fell silently down my face as he tossed me carelessly into the backseat and slammed the door in my face.

       My life flashed before my eyes as Donni climbed into the car and started the quiet engine. All the memories I had with dad and Luce, and even the good ones of Tate. All the times I had with the Big Four and Jax. All the moments where Rex made me feel so undeniable hated, and then completely loved. It all flew across my vision in one depressed blur.

        The hope that flickered through me was short lived. Dad wouldn't be able to find me again, wouldn't be able to save me. I was seventeen, my birthday was literally in two months. This abduction had nothing to do with legalities over who wanted to be my guardian.

       There would be no record of this, of who took me or where I was going. I had no idea why they wanted me this time, but I had a sick feeling I would never see anyone I loved again. And the panic inside me kept whispering I wouldn't be alive much longer. I closed my eyes and cried silently as I pressed my forehead against the cold glass window. I didn't bother putting my seat belt on. If we crashed and I died at least it would save me from the hell that was fixing to rain down on me.

       I watched miserably as two black SUVs the size of assault vehicles pulled up behind and in front of us. I gulped down the bile that wanted to rise in my throat. Donni hadn't come alone, and I was almost positive there was still someone hovering near Rex's apartment in case I tried something funny.

       I shouldn't have left. I should have just woke him up. Should haves rule my life. I only prayed that if I did end up dying and they threw me in a ditch somewhere that Rex would be okay. He has the Big Four, they would help him move on. They wouldn't let him hurt too much. And Jax, Jax would help to. He knew I hated it whenever someone was upset because of me. He would fix this. He always fixes my mistakes.

       Please just let Rex be okay.

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Jax

       "Luce? It's Rex. Is Rose with you by any chance?"

       I tried not to worry as Rex paced anxiously across the living room, his worried form hovering obsessively over the phone. He had called us all in a panic at 2:30 in the morning, when he woke up and Rose wasn't there. None of us had seen her, and naturally they all drove straight over. I just walked, but you know, same diff.

       I glanced at the clock hanging in the middle of the wall and sighed as the hands ticked past 4:30 a.m. Rex took a heavy seat beside Trey on the couch and ran a heavy hand through his hair. "Okay, just call me if she shows up there. She left her phone here."

       "You think she left?" Trey's deep voice filled the living room as Rex sagged besides him.

       "She had to. I would have heard someone breaking in." He let out a heavy sigh as he let his cell phone fall to the floor. "She probably had a nightmare and went to walk it off, and didn't want to wake me." He lowered his elbows onto his knees as he buried his fingers in his hair, his head facing the floor in the most depressed way I had ever seen. I've been in and out of a lot of relationships, some more serious than others, but I never felt the way that boy was feeling now.

       "Rex man, it will be okay. I'm sure she's just crashing at a friend's house-" Trey tried to ease the tension in his shoulders, but Rex just shook his head.

       "She doesn't have any other friends." His voice was a dark croak that had all of us looking at each other with an 'I don't know what the fuck to do" expression. It only made the worry in my stomach grow. We had been blowing off the anxiety that whole phone call brought around Rose, none of us wanted to worry her, but Rex had been talking to her dad about how truly worried he was. It didn't make any of us feel all that great.

       She wasn't supposed to be left alone for too long, even with the police detail her dad got her. I didn't want to think the worst, but that was the only place my mind was headed. I couldn't imagine how Rex was feeling, the guy was completely green. Rose was missing, she left her phone, and no one has seen her all night. Poor dude looked like he was going to throw up.

       "I should have woken up when she left." His voice was so soft we almost missed it, but the hot hulk of a man Trey was always listening and he put a supporting hand on his best friends shoulder.

       "You were passed out, Rex. You couldn't have none she was leaving-"

       "I'm a fucking light sleeper Trey, and I haven't been sleeping in days. The one night I actually get some fucking sleep Rose leaves, and now... now..." His voice cracked, his fingers dug like shovels into his hair. He didn't care that we watched him break down, and we didn't care that he was. "Now she's been gone for two hours, probably more, and no one's seen her."

       The Dimajios stood uneasily against the wall beside us, their eyes revealing just how worried each of them truly were. Trey looked rather green as well, not as bad as Rex, but he was slowly getting there.

       "Is her dad getting ahold of her detail?" My voice sounded awkward against the tense silence in the room, and it was even weirder when all of their heads turned towards me. Rex's eyes were dark and red, even though I couldn't see any sign of tears there, and you didn't have to look hard to see the absolute self-hate he had going on inside him.

       "Yes, but he said there was only one car out tonight. They might not have even been paying attention." His voice matched the darkness in his eyes, and even though his tone didn't waver, you could see the mental breakdown looming just around the corner. If we didn't find bae soon this guy was going to completely lose it.

       I frowned and leaned back in my seat as their eyes finally left mine. Usually I felt welcomed by them all, except for Brett recently, but right not I just felt so out of place and... and useless. I've never felt this useless when it came to Rosie. I always knew what to do, how to protect her, how to make her forget her nightmares and smile. I used to be the A-1 hero that was there the minute she needed me, and now... Now I was as useless as the rest of them.

       I ran my hand down my face anxiously.

       I couldn't lose her. I just couldn't. Rosalyn was all that was good in the world, all that was pure. She could make anyone smile with just a look at those wide green eyes, and her laugh was so infectious that it actually got me out of detention back in the system once or twice. Being around her just made anyone want to be a better person. I couldn't lose her. She was the only family I had left.

       Rex's phone started ringing on the floor where he had dropped it, and despite his sluggish appearance his hand shot out and snapped that thing from the floor under a second.

       "Roza?" He breathed heavily into the phone, his dark eyes quickly losing their hope at whoever was on the other end. The deep masculine tone was definitely not Rose's. "What do you mean there's a problem?" We all shuffled uneasily at the dark growl that rolled off Rex's chest. His eyes were no longer dark and lost. They glowed with a type of anger that I had never seen before.

       His body seemed to coil into a spring, his jaw clenched shut in such a way I was surprised his teeth didn't break. Denton and I glanced at each other nervously as he rose to his feet and grabbed his keys off the table. "I'll be there in five minutes." He snapped the phone shut and walked out of the apartment without a backward glance, his back straight and thrumming with anger. We all let out a heavy breath as the door closed behind him.

       "What the fuck was that?" I found myself asking as the others all uncoiled from the tension that had just left the room. Trey's bright green eyes looked over at me worriedly as he began to stand to his feet.

       "That was a whole lot of anger you don't know want to get in front of." He muttered as he grabbed his own keys and gestured us to follow him out of the apartment.

       "Who was on the other line?" Denton asked as he fell into step beside me. I sent him an encouraging smile at the worried look he shot me, but I could tell it didn't help.

       "Rosalyn's father." Trey grumbled as we descended the buildings stairs and headed straight for his car.

       "Wait, did you hear what they were talking about?" I asked as I crawled into the backseat behind Denton. Brett remained silent as he took over the passenger seat.

       "Yeah." The buff, mountain-like man grumbled as he backed out of the parking lot and drove us out of downtown. I didn't miss the fact that we were headed towards bae's house. "Rose's detail did follow her, but apparently the fucking idiot didn't bother stopping the guy who grabbed her and dragged her to his car."

       "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Brett growled from the front, those blue Dimajio eyes dark in anger. Despite the tension between us, I appreciated how protective he seemed over Rose.

       "What's the use of having some trail her if they don't help?" Denton grumbled from besides me, the usually relaxed twin seemed just as tense as the rest of them.

       "Does Rex and her dad think her grandparents got her somehow?" I asked instead of answering Denton. Trey's eyes flickered up at me through the rear-view mirror, a darkness taking over his usually bright eyes.

       "Yes, the cop on her patrol said the guy who took her matched a description of one of their workers. Donni something?"

       Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and excitement swept over me like a waterfall. "Donni Rosinni?"

       "Yeah, I think that was it."

       "Did you hear what kind of car took her by any chance?" Trey frowned as his eyes dropped back to the road.

       "A black Camry."

       A smile tugged my lips into a full grin. "Fuck yes." I hissed as I dug around in my pocket for my phone.

       "What's going on?" Denton asked anxiously as I hurriedly scrolled through my contacts, my eyes lit in excitement.

        "Donni Rosinni is the Elliots favorite henchmen fuck-face. Rose said those freaks gave him that car for business purposes. He changes the plates a lot, but it's always between the same four. She remembered them when she lived there forever ago, and told me every single one." I laughed as I hit Rex's name and pressed the phone firmly to my ear. I didn't miss the tension start to ease in the car, felt the relief slowly start to spread throughout the other boys.

       "Unless you're calling to tell me you have my baby, I don't want to fucking here it."

       "Rex listen, I know all the plates for that car." The line was silent for a moment, our heavy breathing the only thing between us.

       "What the fuck are you waiting for? Give them to me!"

       "I'll text you them!" I laughed and hung up as we pulled into Trey's and Rose's neighborhood. Cop cars were swarming in front of Rosalyn's house, and Rex's car was parked fright in the middle of her front yard.

       Looks like I'm not useless after all. 
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I'm sorry this chapter seems short and kinda rushed D: I've told yall before I such at this whole intense chapter parts D: