Falling For The Biker - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Sierra's POV
I rushed out of the house, scrolling through my phone. Elvis always had a watch around his wrist. There was a tracker on it. I moved around, showing the picture of my little boy to anyone I came across.
But they all said the same thing, they didn't see him.
I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I was sweating all over and was close to the edge of losing my mind. I was still finding it hard to pin his current location.
I spotted a lady approaching quickly; I swiped away the sweat on my forehead and went to her. “Hello. Please, did you see my son anywhere?” I said, showing her Elvis' picture on my phone.
She nodded. “Yes, I saw him heading for the school,” she said.
I nodded, running off to find him. However, just before I could get to the school, my phone vibrated, pin pointing where Elvis was. He was heading back home.
Quickly, I turned around. A few distances before the house, I spotted my little boy walking with his head down. “Elvis!” I called out, running over.
Crouching down before him, I held his shoulders, scanning his body. “Are you okay? Where did you go? Why did you leave the house without informing anyone?” I fired loads of questions.
Elvis pouted. “I'm sorry, Mommy,” he apologized.
“Why did you go to the school?” I asked, but I was met with his silence.
“Elvis?” I called softly, studying his expression. “You've never kept something away from me. Did I do something wrong?”
“I only went to see the school, Mommy,” Elvis said.
He seemed reluctant to say what was wrong. I sighed. “I don't believe you, but I'll let it rest. Promise you'll tell me, okay? And don't leave the house without anyone with you,” I said.
Elvis nodded. “Pinky promise.” I took out my finger.
He wrapped his around as he said, “Pinky promise,”
“I thought we could go to the park today. You know, mummy and son day. Do you want that?” I said.
Elvis smiled, nodding his head rapidly. “Alright. Let's change,” I told him as I got on my feet.
Back at home, Mum was relieved to see Elvis was found. Dad was as well glad. None of them had breakfast due to worry. Mum warmed up the dishes, and we dug in without Jackson, who was still deep in his slumber.
With breakfast complete, we left for the park. Elvis quickly went in, joining the other kids with the fun. I took a convenient spot on a bench, watching him. A lady took a seat beside me, flashing me a brief smile.
“You must be the single mother in the village, right?” the lady said beside me.
I wasn't sure what she was implying, but I gave her a simple nod and a smile before returning my attention to Elvis. “You have a lovely son. Why leave the city? It's fun, you know,” the woman said.
“I heard you are sleeping around, is that true?” she leaned closer, her eyes glimmering with mischief.
I wasn't sure if she was just trying to have a casual conversation with me, but this was certainly not the way. “Excuse me,” I said, rising.
Elvis rushed over to me. “Mommy, can we go to the mall? Pleaseeee,” he pressed his palms together.
“Yes, yes,” I rubbed his head. “Whatever my baby wants,” I said, taking his hand.
I tried to stop a cab, but Elvis refused that. “Let's walk, Mommy,“ he said, pulling me away from the road.
Elvis skipped as we headed for the mall. His initial solemn mood was gone, and I loved it. I still could not stop worrying about earlier, but I would address that later. I didn't want to rush him, but I also needed to know what went wrong.
In the mall, Elvis pointed at a fast food. “Mommy, please, can I get a burger? I haven't had one in months,” he pleaded.
“Fine, just this once,” I told him as we headed in.
Once we placed the order, we found a seat by the window. Our order came in just in time and Elvis dug in. His cheeks inflated as he filled his mouth with so many bites. “Slow down, sweetie. You don't want to-”
Before I could finish, Elvis began coughing. I shot up my seat, grabbing a glass of water as I helped him take a sip, rubbing his back. “Do you feel better?” I asked, studying him.
He nodded, smiling. “It's so good, Mommy. Why don't you let me have it often?”
I caught someone at the corner outside the fast food, but the person moved away before I could see who it was. I shook my head, shrugging it off. There were so many people in the mall, I might have read the body language wrong.
I returned to my seat. “It's junk, Elvis. And junk food can make you sick. I was lenient once and allowed you to have as many as you want and you fell ill,” I explained.
“I'm grown now, Mommy,” he said.
I shook my head. “You told me that last time,” I said.
He pouted and returned to his food, this time slowly. After we decided to head out once more, we had a long day ahead. A few distances in and I noticed footsteps behind us.
It was subtle and careful. To test this to be sure, I took a corner, though it had more people around. “Elvis, let me tie your shoelace,” I said.
“Mommy, it's not loose,” Elvis laughed, but that didn't stop me.
I crouched in front of him, my fingers on his shoelace, but my eyes scanning around to see who it was. Everyone seemed to be calm with no suspicious behaviour.
I frowned, rising. I took Elvis' hand and quickened our steps. Again, I heard the footsteps when we got to a less crowded area. Taking another turn, I took out my phone, calling Arthur.
I walked into an alley, grabbing the shovel I found. “Stay behind me,” I whispered to Elvis, who hummed, taking position behind me.
When I heard the person close, I raised the shovel, ready to attack.