It had been barely hours but he knew you were in danger. He kept making calls, yelling at people to move their asses and help find you. He knew that going back would only bring bad things. He knew messing with those people would lead to something happening. But he hated it that it was you who they messed with.

"I don't care who you gotta hurt or kill, I want you to find that fucking van and find my-"

He cut himself off and sighed, running a hand through his hair before he took out a cigarette, lighting it.