The light halts as it shines on what looks like a door surrounded by the ground.
“Here we are.” He mumbles to himself as he grips the handle, pulling the door towards him and revealing some sort of room.
Panic is rising inside me. How are they supposed to find? I get that’s the entire point.
The rifle pushes me inside the room, and following behind theman as he turns to the left, walking towards another door and opening it.
This time it isn’t the rifle that pushes me forward, but Matthews. Gripping my arms, he moves me across the room and pushes me down onto the bed.
The same panic as earlier arises before I have to shove it back down, refusing to let him see my fear.
“Ow,” I mutter out as the chain smacks against my ankle, and then hear the lock close. “Why do I need this? When I’m already in the Earth’s core.”
Matthews sneers down at me.
“Have to take all the precautions.” The man looks at me from the doorway as he makes his way across the room.
“For wha —” the door cuts me off as it slams shut.
Flinging myself backward onto the bed, I stare up at the ceiling.
“Good job, Drew. Way to get yourself into a mess like this.”
Sighing, I roll onto my side. The sound of Eli’s voice as they burst through the bedroom door and he shouted no. I could hear the panic in his voice, the determination to get to me.
Now that everything is quiet… way too fucking quiet. I can’t stop the questions flooding my head.
Why did I call Eli?
Why not call either of my brothers?
But knowing deep down why, even if I don’t want to admit it to myself.
There’s no doubt that he went to get Z. Even after all the shit he talked about Z killing him. I knew he’d go to them. I just hope they can find me.
I know they’ve taken me out of the asylum; we’re somewhere completely different. So even if the club finds it, and takes it down, kills everyone, burns the fucking world to find me before the cops get there. They’ll still come up empty because I’m underground no longer in the hospital.
Slowly, I’ll starve to death with no one free or maybe even alive knowing where I am.
Goddamn it. That’s exactly why they put me here.
It’s fucking leverage.
38
Tate’s in the passenger seat as we follow behind Z. I’m not really sure why she rode with me.
“She’ll be there.” She nods her head.
“She has to be.” I can’t help but whisper back to her as my hands grip the wheel, my knuckles turning white.
“What’s going on between you and Zane?”
“What?” looking back over at her, confused.
“He came home the other night pissed. When I asked him what happened, he just said,‘fucking Eli.’So what happened?”
I glance back over at her and sigh. “Drew.” That is the only thing I can get out.
