“Might as well come out,” I say. “You aren’t moving until you do.” The driver shoves the door open, and to my surprise, Hartley’s stepdad, Carlos, steps out of the car. “What the fuck?” Van growls. “Where’s my son?” he demands. I raise a brow. “Not here. What the fuck are you doing?” “I know he wouldn’t be in this life unless you were holding him against his will. Where is he?” Van and I exchange a glance. “Like Micah said, not here. Why are you following me?” Van asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “I told you….” I hold up a hand to stop that lie. “Bullshit. You know how to get ahold of
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