The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

times. I can’t stay somewhere near... someone who will eventually destroy me.
    Please tell your parents thank you for me. I’m sorry I didn’t stick around for goodbyes and explanations but I think you understand why I had to go. You had the right Vincent boy all along. Don’t take him for granted this time. He loves you in a way that I hope to one day inspire in someone. He would give up the world for you. When you have someone that special, that incredible who loves you, don’t let it go. This is your second chance to treasure what you’ve had all your life. Sawyer was always the Vincent boy worth fighting for. He’s the special one.
    Love,
    Lana

    “She doesn’t say where she went? Did she go home? How did she get there?” I was going to throw up. Tears stung my eyes and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t have time to cry like a damn baby. I needed to find Lana, NOW.
    Folding the paper neatly, I stuck it in my pocket and pulled out my phone.
    Her phone went straight to voice mail. Shit .
    “Did you try calling her? Have you called her mom?” I asked Ashton while trying her number again.
    “Don’t raise your voice at her. I know you’re upset but remember my warning. And for the record you’re not all that damn special. Just throwing that out there.”
    I didn’t give a rat’s ass about Beau’s warning. I needed to find Lana. “I’m not raising my voice. I need to find Lana,” I yelled, glaring at him as I slammed my fist against the brick fireplace. The pain wasn’t enough to numb the agony in my chest.
    “Sawyer, stop! You’re bleeding. Beau, do something,” Ashton’s worried voice sounded like it was coming down a tunnel.
    “WHERE IS SHE?” I roared, beating my fist against the wall trying to stop the tears blurring my vision. I had to find her. She needed me. Oh God, she needed me.
    Pressing both my palms flat against the brick, I dropped my head and let the tears roll freely. I’d lost her. I couldn’t lose her. She was so broken and I didn’t even know. I wanted to find her dumbass father and beat his face in until the ache inside me, from her words in that letter, eased. How could they overlook her? How could anyone overlook her?

    “Sawyer, we’ll find her,” Ashton said as a small choked up sob escaped her. “Beau, he’s crying. I can’t stand this. Do something,” she begged.
    “Why don’t you give us a minute, Ash?” Beau replied.
    I heard Beau whisper to Ashton and kiss her before her footsteps faded down the hall.
    “Man, you’ve got to get a fucking grip. You’re losing it and that shit ain’t gonna help nothing. Plus you’ve got Ash in tears.”
    He had no right to tell me how to handle this. I’d lost her trying to help him .
    I pushed myself off the wall and walked away while I wiped the proof of my breakdown from my face.
    “Look, bro, I get it. You love her. I know that feeling real well. But crying like a fucking pussy ain’t gonna do one bit of good. We have to find her. It takes big boys to do that. Think you can dry up the well and help me think this through?”
    I froze and dropped my hands to my sides. What had he just said?
    Turning around I stared at him, “Did you just say, ‘I love her’?”
    Beau rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “Really Saw? You gotta ask me that?” He shook his head as if I were the biggest idiot on the planet. “Let me ask you something. When you lost Ash... did you cry? I know we beat each other up and you did a lot of yelling. But did you cry?”
    “No.”
    Beau nodded, “Did you want to? Or were you just mad as hell?” I thought back to those weeks after our breakup. I didn’t remember fighting back tears. Not once.
    “No.”
    “Didn’t think so. ‘Cause although you loved Ash, she wasn’t the one. When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.”

Chapter Twenty-One

    Lana
    “I’m not telling you where I am, Mom,” I repeated for the fifth time.
    “Lana Grace McDaniel! You are only eighteen years old. It’s dangerous for you to travel alone. I am your mother! I need to know where you are. Come home. Just, wherever you are, come home. Ashton has called three times and that Sawyer—”
    “No. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care. Just please, Mom, if you want to talk to me don’t bring him and Ashton up, okay?”
    “But they—”
    “I will hang up this phone and