Fall of Snow: Chapter 62

The moment the line goes dead, Storm and I look at each other, the dread on his face mirroring the emotion raging through my veins. This can’t be happening.

“Get them back on the phone,” he snaps.

I dial Snow’s number again, but it goes straight to voice mail. “They’ve jammed the signal.”

“Fuck!” he roars.

I’ve already had my freak out, it’s only fair I give him a few moments to do the same. I try Snow a few more times, but to no avail. I sigh and scroll down to my cousin. He needs to know what’s going on, even if he is going to lose his fucking mind as soon as he hears his woman and child are in danger.

“Elijah,” he greets me.

“Why do you sound out of breath?” I ask. It doesn’t matter, but it’s distracting me from the panic clawing in my chest.

“Rayne and I were working out, what’s up?”

I let out a long breath. “I need you to not freak out until I finish talking.”

Silence greets me on the other end of the line before he finally replies, “Elijah, what the fuck is going on?”

“Wynter decided the only way to get Snow out of her funk was to bring her here—”

“She did what?” he growls.

“There’s more. On their way here, they were followed, and we’ve just lost contact with them.” I could sugarcoat it, but what good would that do us at this point? He needs to know his woman is in danger, and that we have no way to contact them, and there’s no way to break the brunt of that hit.

A roar fills the other end of the line, followed by a series of loud bangs before the line goes dead.

“That went well,” I mutter before returning my focus to Storm who has started pacing up and down the length of the office. The tension in his shoulders and jaw is so tight I’m afraid he might snap something if he doesn’t release it soon, but I don’t see that happening. “I need your phone.” I hold my hand out as he passes me, never faltering in his steps. “We need to know how far out Tommy is,” I say on his next pass, but he doesn’t pause. Instead he continues toward the far wall before turning back again. This time he does pull his phone from his pocket and shoves it at me on his way past.

I quickly unlock the phone and dial the most recent number. “You should really put a passcode on this thing,” I tell him as ringing fills my ear. The moment the call connects, I’m speaking. “Where are you?”

Tommy huffs at the sound of my voice, but I’ve never known the crazy fuck to hesitate before speaking, which tells me everything I need to know before the words fill the line. “There was an accident. Wynter and Snow are both missing.”

I tighten my hold on the phone, the sound of the metal creaking under my hold only makes anger burn brighter. Not only do we not know who the fuck is coming after us, but now they have two of our women.

“The crash site is fresh. They must have got the girls out of the car and taken off in the last few minutes, but there’s no way for me to tell which way they’ve gone.”

“Trackers?” I force the word through my clenched jaw.

“Jammed. I’ve tried tapping into Wynter’s engagement ring and it’s coming up with nothing.”

“They were using a signal jammer to stop them from calling for help. Maybe they haven’t turned it off yet.”

“That could be it. What do you want me to do?” he asks.

Storm snatches the phone from my hand. “How banged up is the car? Is there blood?”

“The car did exactly what Everett designed it to do and took the brunt of the impact. There was a little blood on the dash on the passenger side, but apart from that I think both girls are okay.”

Storm and I let out a collective sigh of relief. “Head back to the estate and keep an eye on the trackers. I want to know the second one of them comes back up.”

“You got it, boss.”

I drop into my seat and allow my eyes to drift over the cameras I was watching Snow on half an hour ago and the anger grows hotter, burning me from the inside out. I have to get my woman back, but I can’t do that if I don’t know where she is.

“They’ll be okay,” Storm murmurs. “They have to be okay.”