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Rian’s voice pulls me from my haze. “The only option we have now is to go to the warehouses that we know were connected to Omega at one point,” he suggests.
We were able to narrow it down to three warehouses in the area that we thought might be connected with the human trafficking operation, but we haven’t had time to go check them out with everything else that’s been going on.
“You’re right. We need to split up. We can’t waste any more time than we already have. Send us the locations in a text and let’s get out of here,” I say as I shove my helmet on my head and start up the Ducati.
I’ve seen too many people I love die because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t lose her too. Lya is innocent—she doesn’t deserve this. How the fuck did we not catch this?
I know how terrified I feel about this, and I can only imagine how Rian and Thiago feel. Especially Rian. She’s all he has since his parents fucking abandoned him. If something happens to her, I don’t know if he’ll make it. Shit, I don’t know ifI’llmake it.
I speed through traffic, trying to get to the address Rian texted me as fast as possible. I honestly don’t care how fast I’m going or how dangerous it could be. I have to get to my gorgeous girl. I rumble to a stop in front of the deserted warehouse. Surprisingly, the door opens with no effort. Walking in, I wave around the flashlight that I keep stowed in my saddlebag. Completely empty. I head towards the set of stairs at the back. I climb them two at a time until I get to the top. I shine the light around, looking for anything to help me find Lya. Absolutely nothing.
Shit. I hope the others found something helpful.
Rian’s name flashes across my phone when I straddle my bike. “Please tell me you found something,” I answer.
“Nothing. I talked to Thiago, his warehouse was a dud, too.”
My blood goes hot and ice cold at the same time. My stomach clenches at the idea of not finding Lya. “Rian, please tell me you have another idea,” I sigh.
“I do, but it seems like a last resort option.” That’s as far as he gets with the statement. I love Rian, but I need this fucker to get on with it before I explode.
“What is it?” I growl at him.
“You know how we found that address with the symbol at Brandon’s?”
As if I could forget. “Yeah, we went there. It was just an abandoned house. Nothing was there,” I say, confused on where he’s going with this.
“It won’t hurt to check again since we literally have no other option. Plus, Lya said Brandon is obsessed with Greyson and we know that Greyson’s dad was Omega. There has to be some connection between the two.”
He’s right. That’s the only possibility we have right now. “Text me the address and meet me there.”
“Okay, I’ll call Thiago. We’ll find our girl.”
As soon as I hang up, a text from Rian appears on my screen. It’s go time. I hope he’s right about this. I grew up around gangs, so I’ve been in a lot of terrifying situations, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared. It’s draining putting all your energy into worrying about someone you love.
Hold on, Lya. We’re coming and we’ll wreak havoc to get to you.
Thirty-Two
The pounding in my head is excruciating. Did I drink last night? Soft sheets and blankets surround me, but it doesn’t feel like my bed, it feels cold. Where are the guys? I open my eyes to take in my surroundings.
Where the hell am I? I’m laying on a large, soft bed with black silk covers and sheets. I don’t recognize this bedroom. I know that I’m not at Greyson’s house and this is clearly not a room at my house.
It all crashes into me at once. Greyson. Greyson took me. He drugged me... I think? I remember him taking me to those creepy woods, then us talking about his mom, but the rest is fuzzy. I swear I heard him call me Lainey, but I was fading out of consciousness at the time so at this point, I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not.
Looking around the room, I see it’s bare. The only items in this room are the bed, a side table and lamp, and a dresser in the corner. There are no pictures, no paintings, and nothing personal. Light shines in from a window in the middle of the room. The walls look old with paint chipping away from them. Black spots are scattered across the ceiling from what looks like mold.
I slide off the bed, trying to get to my feet, noticing that my hands and feet aren’t tied. If he’s going to kidnap me then why would he not tie me up? My legs buckle, causing me to fall to my knees. Damn it! My body still feels heavy from whatever he injected me with, but I need to find a way out of here.
I’m not going to die like this.
My knife. How could I forget to bring my knife?
Think, Lya. Think.I pull myself from the floor, leaning against the bed to support my weight. I slowly take a step using the bed, then use the side table to finally get me to the wall. My legs wobble the entire time, but I feel my strength slowly coming back.
Pulling the curtains back on the window, my heart drops at what I see. On the outside of the window are thick, black, metal bars, making it impossible for anyone to get in or out. I try to slide the window up, but it seems to be nailed shut. How long have I been passed out? The sun is setting now, so I must have been here most of the day.
The view seems familiar. It’s like I’ve been here before, but I’m so unsure of anything right now. Rage consumes me as I slam my fist against the window. Pain radiates through my hand, hearing it crack from the force. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think I broke my knuckles. He must have some sort of flexiglass on the window, because it didn’t even budge from the strength of my punch.
