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“What do you mean she’s gone?” I barked into the phone, already slipping my feet into shoes and grabbing a shirt on my way out of my bedroom.
“She left a note saying the cops called from the shop and that the alarms were going off.”
“So she went? She knew she wasn’t supposed to leave.”
“I know. I know. I think she was probably half asleep and not thinking. And it was the cops. Well, it wasn’t though.”
“What do you mean it wasn’t?” I asked, already slamming my first on Seeley’s door because I didn’t like the sound of the situation.
“I called and called her with no response. And the store itself. So when I didn’t get anything, I called Lou just to see if I was being paranoid. He looked into it and said there were no cops dispatched to The Main Squeeze. Someone was impersonating one.”
To get her out of the safe house and in public. In the middle of the night. Where she could get grabbed.
Fuck.
“Get Levee. And weapons. We have a situation,” I said, getting a nod from Seeley who had clearly been asleep, but was somehow ready to roll as he reached inside to grab both a shirt and a gun as he slipped into his shoes, then rushed out to get Levee.
“Alright. I am heading out right now with some of my guys.”
“I’ll meet you there. I just got myself a ride.”
“You can’t—“
“It’s my best friend. You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do,” he snapped.
And that was fair enough.
“It’s probably going to get ugly.”
“If those fuckers put a hand on her, it better get ugly,” he said. “I’ll meet you there,” he said, hanging up.
My mind raced with a million possibilities as I rushed down the stairs and through the house, finding Seeley already out in the driveway, waiting beside his bike.
“Levee is coming,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“Someone faked being a cop to get Lark to meet him at the smoothie shop.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Have you—“ he started, but whatever he was about to say got cut off by the sound of my bike rumbling to life before I peeled off, not giving a fuck about speed limits or road signs.
I was barely to the end of the street when I heard Seeley and Levee following behind, giving me the backup I was definitely going to need if we were going to go up against the whole of the Locust Crew.
I hoped that wasn’t the case, that maybe we were going to be able to catch Lark still outside the shop, before she was moved to a second location.
But, I mean, I knew better.
There was no chance we were going to get that lucky.
But I had to hope.
Because fuck knew what would happen to her if they got her to a second location. These fucking animals who were willing to beat innocent women and children as a form of initiation. The monsters who would force dogs they’d likely stolen from loving backyards to fight to the death.
I had no delusions about exactly what they would be capable of doing to a woman in their grips under normal circumstances. Add in her stealing from them and somehow managing to not only thwart their plans to draw her out, but also have some of their men die in the process.
I didn’t think that this Anthony asshole actually gave a shit about his men. But he cared about his reputation. It couldn’t look good that some random woman who worked at a smoothie shop was not only able to jack some of his shit but also take his men out.
