Chapter 16.

Savage POV.

It has been weeks, fucking weeks, since she signed herself out of the hospital and no one has seen her or heard from her.

My mom has been to the house and she won’t answer the door. The drapes are drawn and we are all worried so much-so we had the Chief of police do a welfare check on her and Rebel.

He told us she was alive and well. She told him she just wanted to be left alone, and she was ok. He told me she was healing; the bruises were faded and turning yellow and that was three days ago.

She hasn’t left the house but has food delivered each week. I stand watch at night and during the day I have my men watching the house from a far.

This has got to end, and soon. I have been trying to find out who it was, but so far nothing. Ice, Rosena, and Simon found the van and traced it to a warehouse. But the feed was cut.

The disturbing thing was the video that was sent to me yesterday. I was physically sick as I watched what they did to her. Hearing her screams and seeing the f