Seth pulled into Y/N's driveway and cut the engine before getting out and heading for the front door.
He knocked on the chance that Y/N was home, but when she didn't answer the door, he didn't hesitate in kicking it open. Once inside, he looked all over for her and called her name but to no avail.
She wasn't at his house. She wasn't at her house. Where was she?
"Y/N?!"
He headed to the kitchen to check her refrigerator for notes since she'd taken to leaving him notes on his own refrigerator.
Quickly, he scanned the smooth surface of the freezer and fridge doors and spotted something that didn't belong. A polaroid photo of Y/N.
Tied to a chair in her underwear.
Unconscious. Her head being held up by none other than Dylan. A knife was at her throat.
"Come and get her!" The white portion of the photo was captioned. Next to the photo was a matchbook from a nearby motel. A seedy place…the Davenport Inn.
Seth ran back out to his car.
Getting her back was exactly what he had planned.
As he rammed the gearshift into reverse, backed out of the driveway, and then shoved the gearshft into first, he used his car's bluetooth to make a call.
"Hello?"
"Dean… I need yours and Roman's help. Can you guys meet me at my place so we can plan something out?"
"Of course, brother. What do we need to plan?"
"My girlfriend has been kidnapped by her ex."
"Say no more. We're on the way."