Page 76 of Loved By The King

“I don’t know, call your damn mother, but I need to mark you or I may be tempted to mark one of these bitches, I’m in fucking agony right now.”

“Bitches? I was kidnapped and you have been fooling around with other women!” She shrieks and I jump, slightly startled at her tone, like she forgot completely she is meant to be getting answers and not quarreling with her boyfriend.

Rhett coughs again, this time is a deep throaty cough, and it takes him a few seconds to catch his breath.

“No, of course not. I tried to get back to you both, but when I did, Alpha Jefferson’s pack was searching the docks, I hid in one of the containers when I was fucking locked in,” he growls.

“A container?”

“Yes, are you fucking listening to anything I’m saying. I’m stuck in a container headed to King Alaric’s. We had to move the shipments when we got word of being raided from Clyde,” he says.

I clench my fists and Damian steps forward at hearing Clyde’s name; we suspected it might be him but weren’t 100% sure, but hearing Rhett say it, we now are.

“Clyde called and told us to move everything to the trucks, we loaded what we could and the rest we dumped when Jefferson’s pack showed up. I jumped into a container and now I’m stuck on a truck to god knows where.”

“Shit, which port are you being taken to, I can try to meet you there?”

“I don’t fucking know, all I know is I’ve been stuck in this damn container with King Alaric’s shipment and Clyde is also trying to locate me. I’m just glad I jumped in the right one, or I would be at the bottom of the docks right now.”

I glance at Damian, my stomach twisting at his words, knowing we have bodies to retrieve, but also trucks with hostages to locate.

Rhett falls silent and Bianca looks at me nervously. And I mouth to her to find out which trucking company.

She nods. “Which trucking company? I’ll try to get a hold of King Alaric and see if he can make the trucks pull over.”

“Good luck, I’ve been trying to reach him since all this shit went down, he blocked my number, clearly wanting nothing linking back to him, the bastard.”

“I told you this was a bad…”

“Shut up, I’m already kicking myself enough without you starting on me,” Rhett snarls through the phone.

Bianca sighs. “Fine, do you know where the trucks were headed?”

“To the eastern checkpoint, from what I heard one of the men say, but the route… I’m not sure.” His voice is raspy with frustration. “Listen, if you somehow make it to Alaric, tell him the shipment he’s waiting for is locked in a container with me.”

Bianca lets out a nervous sigh, her hand shaking as she clutches the borrowed phone tighter. “I’ll do what I can,” she promises.

“Look for a company called Boreal Transports. They’re the only ones we pass our shipments to,” Rhett says, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s a faint rustling on the other end of the line, and he curses under his breath.

“Be careful! And remember, Boreal Transports!” Rhett repeats urgently.

“I will.”

“I need to go, so I can conserve battery. Call me when you find a way out of the town. Call your mother, she’ll help.” Rhett tells her before hanging up.

Damian and I exchange glances.

We have leads to follow, trucks to locate, bodies to retrieve. Bianca sniffles as the screen goes blank and passes me the phone through the bars, careful not to touch them.

“There, you have him. Now let my parents go,” she whimpers.

“Not yet.” I nod to Damian who steps forward pressing the buttons on the screen panel, turning off the volts of electricity to the bars. The door swings open and Bianca tries rushing out, but I catch her around the waist, tossing her back inside. She lands in a heap on the floor.

“Eastern checkpoint?” I ask her.

“He means the ports on the east of King Alaric’s kingdom, near the beaches.” The next second her father is tossed into the cell with her and her mother shrieks dashing for the door. Damian is faster grabbing her hair and dragging her back.

Looking at Damian, he drags her thrashing body and tosses her in, slamming the door shut. “What now?” he asks.