Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 36 (Rage And Fury)

Ethan's POV

I arrived home in the early hours the next morning. The plane ride took eight long hours because of a Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

terrible weather pattern and a lot of turbulence. As I drove up to the mansion, every one of my

household employees were lined up in front of the main entrance.

I got out of the car with rage and anger. "Where's Emma?" I yelled, daring anyone to answer my

question without knowledge.

Their eyes only glanced at me.

I was furious. I needed answers and all they could provide was eye contact. My eyes landed on Halley.

"Halley, where's Emma?" I asked again, controlling my anger.

"Sir, all I know is that she was in the room and then Sharon and your mom came after her."

"Where were you when they left with her?"

"They didn't leave with her. They had someone take her somewhere."

"Where were you?!"

She began to cry. "I was locked in the chambers."

I pushed past everyone and headed inside and upstairs to my bedroom. Things had been scattered

around and the bed was unmade. I looked around carefully, hoping that I'd find something to lead me to

her. I found pieces of broken glass on the floor next to the bed, and one of the sheets was missing.

Sam, my friend in the police force, came over to investigate and get statements. Apparently, my mom

and Sharon knew I was out of town and waited for the perfect opportunity to sabotage my life. They

had Halley locked up in the chambers and took away her phone. My two security officers were

ambushed and held at gun point by three other men. Mom and Sharon came upstairs to Emma and

dragged her out of the room after, first, breaking her phone. That explained the pieces of glass I found.

Then, they had someone drive away with her while they got into my mom's car, and fled the country

three hours later. Rumor was they were somewhere in Italy; it would be difficult to find them since

Sharon knew the country so well, but we would find them, it was only a matter of time.

I needed to find Emma but we wouldn't be able to do that without putting out a missing person's report

and alert everyone nationwide, for their assistance with finding her. All I could of think about was her,

but when Halley told me she was pregnant, I grew angrier and began to worry about her and the baby.

Where were they? Are they alright?

"Sam, find that driver before I find him. I'm about to tear someone apart!"

"Ethan, please. You need to calm down. We'll handle this, and we'll find her."

"I can't calm down. She's pregnant with my baby and I have no idea where she is. Is she even alive?"

"Remain positive."

I broke down. I broke down like a baby. Emma was my weakness and my mom and Sharon found it.

They hit me where it hurt the most.

But ,why, mother?

What had Emma ever done to her? All I wanted was to marry her and live my life with her, my life!

Sam patted my back and handed me a tissue. I gathered myself and rallied my men. I needed

everyone on their toes to find Emma when Sam discovered a led. I was waiting impatiently by the

phone, waiting for Emma to find a phone and call me. All I needed was one phone call and I would

move mountains to find my fiancee.

For Christ sake, she was pregnant! How could my mother be so evil?

I paced the pavement back and forth as every pair of eyes locked on me. I usually had more than two

security guards at the grounds when I was out of the country, but most of the men had families and

kids. School was out so they went home to their families. I would never deprived anyone from their

family; we're all human beings and we all have personal lives. But when they were informed that Emma

was missing, they assembled at the mansion like soldiers, waiting for my command. All ten of them.

The helicopters and its pilots were ready for take off.

Sam called, informing me that they hadn't yet located the driver of the vehicle that took Emma away but

they were able to run his plates based on the descriptions and pieced together information provided by

the staff accounts. After half an hour of cursing under my breath, and constantly watching the time tick

by, he called back again. They located the driver and he told them that he'd dropped her off at a

swamp.

A swamp! A fucking swamp! Who the hell does these kinda things to an innocent, defenseless,

pregnant young woman?

She had just turned twenty four last month. She didn't even know her way around the city because she

was scared of it and all the bad memories it held over her. How was she to know her way out of a damn

swamp? I couldn't help but feel so sad, yet angry. She was dropped off at a swamp last evening like a

piece of shit, left to be lost and, eventually, dead. There had been a thunderstorm last night and she

was out there without a roof over her head or anything to eat.

My poor baby must be so scared and cold.

A dreadful feeling came over me.

What if she was dead? What if someone found her and killed her? What if she missed a step, fell into

the water and couldn't climb back out? What if a tree branch broke off and fell on her head? What if...

My mind was going into all types of weird scenarios as I climbed into the helicopter and prepared for

take off to Oyster Bay. I was going to find Emma and nothing, and no one, was going to stop

me.