Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee (Book 2)
Chapter 111 One Of Us F*ucked Up (Bellamy Holmes)
We’ve been sick with worry, searching everywhere for the two of them and even trying to reach them on their phones.
“I hope he hasn’t done anything stupid,” Learn shared my concern. Ever since we heard from Abigail that Caspian had Vieve and she was in a bad physical state, I haven’t been able to find any peace.
“Wolvin’s calling me,” Emre pulled the car over to the side of the road and answered the call. It had been four hours since Wolvin had last contacted us. We had assumed he went for a run or something.
“Really? Send me the address,” Emre’s voice held a t*ouch of hope. I guessed that maybe Wolvin had some news for us.
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“Thank you. We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Emre responded before ending the call.
“What’s going on? What did he say? Why did he give you an address?” I hurriedly questioned, eager to reach Vieve and make sure she was okay. “Wolvin figured out their location. He sent me an address for a motel,” Emre handed me his phone as he drove with a sense of urgency.
I understood that our emotions were aligned in this situation. Emre was just as restless as I was. It was heart-wrenching to wake up to the enormity of Caspian’s mistake.
With the knowledge that they were at a motel, we felt a slight sense of relief. Maybe he had taken her out to spend some time together. However, these days were dangerous for her to be out there, and it was disconcerting that he didn’t seem to care about her safety despite that.
Upon our arrival at the motel, we noticed Wolvin joining us. He appeared to have been tirelessly searching for her.
“They’re in room 23,” Wolvin stated, not even slowing his pace. We had barely stepped out of the car when we found ourselves trying to keep up with Wolvin’s urgency. If Caspian and Vieve were in that motel room of their own accord, then all we could do was be slightly frustrated and have a serious talk with them about her safety.
Wolvin’s anger could easily upset Vieve, making her feel as if we were trying to exert control over her. As we briskly followed Wolvin, arriving at the door, the atmosphere shifted.
Something was profoundly amiss, and we could tell from the faint whimpers emanating from within the room.
It was Vieve, and she was in tears.
We couldn’t wait any longer. Wolvin forcefully broke down the door and rushed inside, revealing a deeply unsettling scene. Vieve was seated in a corner, her face buried in her hands, while Caspian knelt before her, tears streaming down his face.
Whatever had transpired here, it was deeply troubling.
“Vi–,” I began to say, but Wolvin hurried over and knelt in front of her before I could reach her. As the rest of us entered, Caspian stood up quickly and moved to the side.
“Caspian! What happened to her?” I directed my question towards him, still holding onto the hope that everything was alright. However, the situation looked far from okay.
He didn’t even respond to me and instead walked away from us. Ignoring his departure, Emre and I focused on Vieve, drawing closer to her. She lowered her hands, and as soon as her eyes met Wolvin’s, a glimmer of hope illuminated her tear-streaked face. She got onto her knees and embraced Wolvin tightly, sobbing loudly into his c*hest.
At that moment, it was clear that Caspian had made a grave mistake.
“Vieve!” I gently pulled Wolvin away from her, kneeling down so I could help her onto her feet and envelop her in a tight hug. Wolvin stepped back, allowing space for Emre to join as well. “What happened to you?” Emre inquired, concern etched across his face.
It felt like waiting for impending bad news. I knew that the moment she spoke, things would irrevocably shift.
“He–” she began, her voice trembling as she took deep, ragged breaths.
“What did he do?” I turned my gaze towards Caspian, only to find that he had hurriedly fled the room.
“He ran away?” Emre mouthed to me, his shock evident as he connected the dots between Caspian’s actions and Vieve’s distressed state.
“Take me home,” she managed to form a complete sentence, her request clear: she wanted to be back home immediately.
“Alright,” without pressuring her to reveal anything right then, I lifted her into my arms. Meanwhile, Wolvin began to search the room and the bathroom for any possible clues.
I carried her to the car and settled her in the backseat alongside Emre.
“Where’s Wolvin?” I asked, my impatience evident as I couldn’t bear to see her in such distress any longer. Her sobbing was tearing my world apart.
“He mentioned that he’ll stay back to gather information and will come home once he locates him,” Emre replied, intentionally avoiding mentioning Caspian’s name to spare Vieve any further emotional upheaval.
I started driving, and for the many hours of the car ride, all I could hear was her continuous sobbing. It was heart-wrenching. Whatever Caspian had done; it was undeniably terrible.
She hadn’t uttered a single word, but every time Caspian’s name was mentioned, her cries grew louder. Emre held her closely, trying to offer some comfort, yet her b*ody language and the occasional shudders hinted at something even more troubling- potential abuse.
Upon reaching home, we noticed that she had fallen asleep, likely due to the exhaustion and emotional strain she had endured. Gently carrying her inside, I laid her down on the couch in the living room, making sure she was within our sight.
“He must have done something to her,” Emre shook his head in disbelief, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “I’m waiting for Wolvin to bring him back,” I declared, exhaling deeply, until my attention shifted to something on her silk nightdress. The dress had ridden up even further when I laid her down, revealing a troubling sight.
“Is that blood–” I began to point out, but the realization hit me before I could finish my sentence.
I was in the process of carefully draping a blanket over her when my gaze fell on the bloodstains. Emre’s face paled, and he steadied himself by gripping onto the doorframe. I swiftly covered her, my hands shaking, before stepping back.
“F*ucking Caspian! I’ll tear him apart,” I seethed, feeling a surge of intense anger that seemed to set my skin on fire.