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The elevator dings, but I can’t see who’s walking through the apartment from the way I’m facing. It might be one of Kyle’s men coming to finish off the job, although he seems like the kind of guy who would get sick satisfaction out of forcing me to live with my failure, knowing there’s no way I’m ever going to stop looking for Mia.
Footsteps grow closer, and I hold my breath despite myself. I’m not afraid of dying. There’s nothing I’m afraid of except for losing Mia again. Everything pales in comparison to that, and honestly, if it came down to me living and Mia dying, I would follow her every single fucking day of the week.
“Fuck,” Elijah grumbles as he slices through the ropes at my wrists. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
I roll onto my back, staring up at the tattooed asshole I’ve come to not despise over the last few weeks. “Took you long enough.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Rayne and Storm are pursuing the car Mia was shoved into with Everett running point. The assholes disabled the elevator, and it took Everett a minute to get it back online remotely.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as I shove myself to my feet. “They have eyes on her?”
He nods. “We have from the second they walked out the front door.” He hands me a towel he’s pulled from God knows where. “Clean up. I don’t want your blood in my car.”
I scoff and carefully pat some of the blood from my wrists. Those ropes really did a number on me, but any pain I’ve felt today pales in comparison to what Mia will feel if we don’t get her back.
By the time I’ve finished wiping the blood from my face and wrists, Elijah is handing me two bandages he seems to have pulled out of thin air and an earpiece that I assume he had in his pocket before he turns on his heel toward the elevator.
I follow after him, and by the time we reach the parking garage, I’ve wrapped both wrists up and have the earpiece settled in position.
“You got him?” Everett asks.
“Yep, he’s about to bleed all over my car.” Elijah stops next to a black sports car, and I round the hood to climb inside.
“I am not,” I snap. “Can someone give me an update on Mia?”
“Rayne and Storm are in pursuit. They haven’t let the car out of their sight, and I’ve confirmed several times through traffic cams that she is in fact still in the car.”
I let out a breath. They’ve done this more than once. They know how to follow someone, but I won’t feel better until the car Mia is in is within my own sights.
“Where are they headed?” Elijah asks.
“We think the airfield, but we can’t be sure just yet,” Everett tells us. “They hit some roadwork, which we think made them have to reroute and that slowed them down.”
“Thank God,” I breathe as Elijah turns the car on and tears out of the parking garage like he’s a fucking race car driver. Hopefully I’m still alive by the time we get Mia back if this is how this asshole is going to drive.
“We have a team at the airfield just in case. As soon as you triggered that panic button, we fanned out across the exit points of the city to make sure there was no way they were getting her out,” Everett explains, and I swear to fucking god I’ve never been more grateful to other people as I am right now.
They didn’t have to help us. Hell, I’m not even sure I would have if our roles were reversed, but I definitely misjudged these assholes all those years ago, something I’ll never be able to take back.
“We’re on our way,” Elijah says, his eyes darting around the street before he takes off down the road, and if it wouldn’t make me look like a pussy, I’d be tempted to hold on for dear life.
We’re coming, Mia. Hold on for me.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
MIA
Isit quietly in the back seat, my hands bound with zip ties that dig painfully into my flesh, but I’m numb to the physical pain because what I feel inside is so much more excruciating.
No amount of time with Ace would have been enough. Even if we lived to be one hundred and one and died in each other’s arms, it wouldn’t have been enough. We could live a thousand lifetimes side by side, but the moment we were torn apart at the end would still hurt more than any physical pain I’m capable of feeling.
Silent tears fall against my cheeks, but Kyle and the asshole guard aren’t paying attention. They’re too busy barking orders into the phone and cursing every time they get rerouted. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was planned. That somehow the Saint James family have enough sway within the city that they can set up roadblocks anywhere they please, and hell, that may be the case, but not in this instance. I’m not lucky enough for that.
We come to a stop, and I chance a look around at where we are. We’re still in the heart of the city, and the longer we remain on these streets, the better chance I have to escape.
I watched as they put the fucking child lock on the doors, so I know for a fact I’m not going to be able to slip out of the car while we’re stopped, but maybe someone will see me bound through the tinted windshield.
There are men in bright vests, and I notice a huge hole in the road ahead of us. Okay, the Saint James may have pull, but I don’t think anyone has this much pull.
