♛Cameron Dawson♛

"What the hell happened?" Emery exclaims at me and I sigh. Today I am finally getting the heat of losing my title at the track because it also affects Emery and his reputation. People used to love coming to the track to try and beat me- it generated a lot of competition and new racers. However, now that I'm no longer the unbeaten champion...

"I had to Emery. Harley needed to win."

He gives me a stern look, reminding me of all the times my father scolded me for my bad dealing.

"Why? Because she's your lover now?"

"Don't patronise me Emery. We both know I worked hard for the title and I wouldn't have given it up if I didn't need to." I respond tersely, hoping he'll get the message and drop the subject. I already feel bad for making Harley feel like she's the one at fault so I don't need Emery making it any worse.

He's about to say something again when his phone rings. He fishes it out of his suit pocket and glances at the screen before pressing it to his ear and answering the caller abruptly. He leaves the room and I lean back in my chair while waiting for his return.

I run a hand through my hair and check the time on my watch, noticing that it's already past midnight. I feel my phone vibrate in my own pocket and I pull it out, hoping to see Harley's name on the screen. Instead, I see an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello Danté

My heart seems to stop beating for a second as I read my name over. Panic coils itself around my stomach as I try to think of who it is that knows me. However, another message interrupts me.

Unknown: Lets play a game.

Someone knows me. This can only mean one thing: trouble. The second message makes me more uneasy than the last and I gulp, feeling my guard build up.

Unknown: How about we call it... Where Could Harley Be?

I freeze, the alarms in my mind going off. The worry that seems to wash over me makes me shoot up from my chair. When my phone begins to ring, I immediately answer it upon seeing Mason's Caller ID. He'll help me find her.
The minute I press the phone to my ear, his words make my heart clench.

"Someone took her man. Someone has her."

His voice in panicked, tense and I pace up and down while running a hand through my hair.

"Who?" I inquire, my hands already balling up into a fist.

"I don't know Cam. This guy threw her into a car and drove off outside of the club."

My mind processes the information and I try make sense of it. I know that Harley and Audrey went to a club, she told me, but how would anyone even know that?

Her stalker.

I curse under my breath. "Are you there?" I ask.

"Yeah. Audrey is in hysterics Cam. She can't calm down and I don't know what to do."

I grab my jacket and pull it over, leaving Emery's office without so much as a goodbye. "I'll be there soon." I tell him and cut the call before heading to my car and pulling out but not before sending Caleb a message and telling him to meet me at the club ASAP.

I'm not letting anyone hurt Harley because of me. I'm not going to let anyone hurt Harley at all.

****

I step out of my car the minute it stops outside of the club and walk over to Mason who is trying to calm Audrey down. When he notices me, he leaves Audrey by Samantha's side and comes to me.

"What the hell happened?" I ask desperately and Mason runs a hand through his curls.

"When Sam and I were coming in, Harley was just chilling out here on the curb alone. When I asked she said she was just getting some air man. When I came out for a smoke, I saw a guy load her into a black van before driving off."

I run a hand through my hair in distress and chew on my lip in anger. "You didn't see his face?"

Mason shakes his head. "No. He had a baklava on."

I groan before hearing a car stop nearby and turning around to Caleb. He jogs over to me in worry. "What's up?"

He doesn't get an answer from me when Audrey runs to him in tears. I ignore his attempts to calm her down and turn back to Mason. If there's anyone here, other than me, who has knowledge on this kind of thing it's Mason. He's being involved in a lot of gang shit and I know he can help me.

I hear my phone ping and I angrily pull it out.

Unknown: Think Cammy... Where would a kidnapper put a girl afraid of the dark?

I scowl at my screen, wondering how the sicko knows of her fear before trying to call the number. However it is simply declined.

Unknown: No calls Cammy...

I grunt before typing in a response.

Me: Tell me where she is.

Unknown: nuh-uh. I hide her, you seek her. Don't worry. If you find her in time, she won't be too bruised.

I curse out loud and Mason grips my shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Someone has her Mason. Someone who knows the both of us better than they should."

"Where do you think she could be?"

I think hard to myself. Whoever has her knows she's afraid of the dark. That means two things: it's either someone Harley is very familiar with or someone who knows Harley's past well enough to know such a detail. Therefore, the chances are that they also know about her hatred for basements.

My eyes widen. "She's in a basement." I say and Mason frowns.

"How would you know that?"

I don't feel like discussing this with him so I scowl. "It doesn't matter. I need to know every abandoned building here in Oregon. Chances are, she's somewhere there."

Mason purses his lips. "I know a guy who can help. C'mon."

We both walk over to Caleb, Audrey and Samantha. "Cameron." Audrey chokes out when I approach them. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realise she was gone."

I shake my head. "I'm not mad but you need to relax." I them turn to Caleb. "You alright taking the girls home?" He nods.

"How are you planning on finding her?"

I purse my lips. "Someone knows about my past Caleb. Someone knows me." I stress and his face contorts into a frown before I turn to Mason who kisses Samantha goodbye.

"Let's go man." He tells me and I give Caleb one last nod before walking to my car with Mason.

"Where's this guy?"

"In an apartment building just a few miles from here."

I nod. "Alright, I'll follow you."

We both climb into the car and I follow him to the guy's place, my mind thinking of what could possibly be happening to Harley. I feel anger rise up inside of me. How could I be so carless? I should've known something like this would happen. I'm wanted by numerous people, numerous gangs. This was bound to happen at some point.

When I pull up outside of a building that looks like it's about to fall to the ground at any moment, I climb out and follow Mason up to the third floor before knocking on room twenty-eight's door. A tall boy with tattoos covering most of his skin and blue hair opens the door. His mouth twitches up into an amused smile, showcasing his yellow teeth.

"Ah, Whitley. Glad to see you back my friend." He says and Mason glowers at him.

"I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, Gibson. I need your help now."

The boy- Gibson- laughs before turning to me. "What kind of help?"

Mason pushes his way into Gibson's filthy apartment and I follow, turning to the boy. "I need a location of every abandoned building in the city." I say tersely and he laughs, pulling out a joint and lighting it.

"What makes ya' think imma help?" He asks and I take a step forward, towering over his skinny and lanky frame. I'm not here to fool around and this asshole is dreaming if he thinks I'm going to let him carry on amusing himself.

"I'm not asking you to do it, Gibson, I'm telling you." I warn and he looks at me fearfully before nodding. I'm suddenly transported back to a time when I used to make people cower in fear, to a time where I was proud to have people see me as dangerous and for them to treat me like I was. It takes me back to a time when I was criminal, a monster.

"Alright. Give me a sec." he says before walking over to a desk in the cluttered room. He pushes a bunch of items off of the table before switching his laptop on. He types quickly into the device, the screen showing numerous words before he beckons us over.

He's definitely, without a doubt, used by gangs for tracking.

I look at the screen that displays numerous red dots on a map and I glance at all them. There's at least a hundred of them. I'll never find her in time. I purse my lips.

"There's too many." I mutter before groaning out loud and tugging at my hair. "Fuck."

"We'll search the ones closest." Mason suggests and I come up with an idea.

"What time more or less did the guy take her?" I ask and Mason frowns, thinking it over.

"Twelve?"

I nod before whipping out my phone. I check the first message the unknown number sent me and notice the time is twenty minutes past twelve. He obviously sent it when he had arrived at whatever place it is that he's keeping Harley. It took him twenty-odd minutes to arrive at his destination so chances are, it's a building nearby.

"We'll try the closest one in the area first." I tell Mason and he nods. Mason pats Gibson on the back before we both stalk out of the apartment and back to our cars. "You got guns?" I ask Mason when we're outside. He nods.

"Follow me to my place."

In silence, I slip into my car and follow him like he said. I don't need his guns, I have my own that I'd much rather prefer. However, if Mason were to see it it would lead to a lot of questions that I'm not answering to anyone else. I know Mason can be trusted- he's not so innocent either- but that doesn't mean I'm going to let him in on my past.

His apartment is not too far from my own, only about twenty minutes away, and when we're both in his dark wooden spare room, he pulls out a box from under the bed. He unlocks it, pushing the lid open to reveal numerous pistols, handguns and even a sniper. I don't bother to ask where he got them and reach out for a pistol, loading it with bullets. Mason reaches for a pistol and does the same, the both of us making the guns click as we load ammo.

As I do this I'm reminded of when this used to be my daily activity. Where loading guns and preparing myself to shoot someone was my usual. I feel myself building up walls like I used to when I did this kind of work for my father. It makes me uncomfortable.

Mason watches me as I expertly make sure the gun is okay and slip it into the waistband of my jeans, the feeling of the cool metal bringing back horrid memories.

"You know how to use a gun properly?" He asks, watching me curiously. I shrug.

"What person involved in illegal dealings doesn't?" I ask, referring to our racing. Mason says no more and closes the box shut before pushing it under his bed. He adjusts his leather jacket.

"You ready?" He asks and I nod.

"Let's go get Harley back."

We both leave his apartment hastily and load into my car. We take off in the direction of the closest building and I step on the gas so I can get to Harley quickly. I need to have her back in my arms.

I take my phone out and ring Frank, wanting to let him know about the situation and to ask him for help. He could meet us there. However, he doesn't answer the call. Instead, it goes right to voicemail. I try two more times but both calls are ignored and I let out a frustrated sigh. I need fo tell Frank what's going on but he isn't answering his phone and I don't have time to go the station.

I need every little bit of help I can get. I can't let Harley get hurt. I would never be able to live with myself.

Mason puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll find her Cam."

I purse my lips in response, hoping that his words are true.

****

We turn the engine off of the car and watch the quiet building in front of us. I make sure to notice any movement but can't see any. I run a hand through my hair just us my phone pings. I fish it out and glance at the screen.

Unknown: given up?

Me: Never in your dreams you bastard. You better hope I never fucking find you.

Unknown: you won't. Unless I let you :) You're running out of time Danté. I'm sure you don't want to see the result of that.

I clench my jaw. "Let's go man." I mutter to Mason and he nods.

"What's the plan?"

I purse my lips. "We're going in blind. We don't know how many people are in there so we'll check every room. Whoever finds her firsts gets her out of there as soon as possible."

Mason smiles wickedly. "Aight, lets go."

We both climb out of the car and quietly shut the car doors behind us before stalking towards the house. I press my back against the wall, the adrenaline pumping through my veins and making me want to just barge in. I go in first and lift my gun up, pointing it around the room so that I'm ready to pounce. Mason follows me and I glance around the space that seems to be an old living room. It's filled with dust and mould, no personal belongings present. I indicate Mason to go to the kitchen. He does so quietly, a few boards squeaking softly. I shuffle into the passage and notice the four doors.

I look inside the first one to see an old broken bed. The second one is a bathroom with a broken toilet and a vandalised shower. However, the third room is the one that makes me curious. It seems to have a source of light on.

I hold my breath and kick the door open, my finger hovering over the trigger. Nobody is inside but someone was definitely here. A small gas lamp is on and a glass of whiskey is sitting on the table, the contents still swishing inside.

Someone was here and may still be.

I hear a noise behind me and I whip around, ready to kill the bastard that laid a hand on Harley when Mason holds his hands up in surrender. I roll my eyes and then hear something like a twig snapping. Mason glances at me.

"Check outside, I'll check the last door." I whisper and he nods, both of us leaving the room. I walk to the last door, noticing the three locks over it and I unlock them all. I pull the door open and look out into the darkness before I notice a figure laying on the floor. I switch the light on and when I see her crumpled body on the floor, my eyes widen and my heart aches. I put my gun away and immediately run to her side, picking up her body that's a ghostly pale and extremely cold.

She's out cold.

I feel my heart tear apart and I gulp, needing to get her out now. Right fucking now. As much as I am relieved to have found her, there's no telling if we're truly safe.

I walk out of the house and go to the car, opening the door and putting her inside. I put my hand fo her forehead to check her temperature and I feel the worry increase when I realise how freezing she really is.

I look over to Mason to see him jogging over. "You found her?" He asks hopefully and I nod.

"Yeah. Let's go- I need to get her home. She's out cold." I explain and he nods.

We both climb into the car and I step on the gas before glancing at her sleeping figure in my review mirror.

What have I done?

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