Chapter 40
Ashton’s POV
The engine was still running, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
I sat there, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached, staring straight ahead without actually seeing the road.
Moana was gone.
And it was my fault.
I replayed everything over and over again, like my brain was determined to punish me.
We tried her phone again.
Unavailable.
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel.
“f**k,” I hissed, dragging a hand down my face.
I’d searched the streets. Asked questions I shouldn’t have asked. Made calls I hated making. I had favors I never wanted to cash in, and now they were all on the table. Still nothing. Not a single solid lead.
The worst part wasn’t the fear.
It was waiting and not knowing what exactly to do or where to turn to?
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