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This is it.
My hands curl into fists.
My e
yes shutter as I picture Conner’s face. He isn’t coming to save me this time.
No one is.
When I open my eyes again, it’s Warren’s face I see. The face of a cold-blooded killer.
He looks at me with another snarl and says, “Any last words?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Conner
"Argh," I groan as I lean forward and pull my sweats up my legs. My fucking ribs hurt almost as bad as when that motherfucker cracked them.
I breathe through the pain, determined to get dressed and go do something useful and try to find my girl. Lying here in pain and being good for nothing is driving me crazy.
Going to that fight was a mistake. I know that. It was a huge risk, and it didn't pay off. I wanted the pain, needed the distraction, but I wasn't meant to put myself out of action for days. Not while my girl is fuck knows where dealing with fuck knows what at the hands of that sadistic fuck.
The sound of footsteps booming up the stairs makes me look up at my closed door, but I assume it's just Cole, probably dragging Hadley behind him ready to put me through a couple of hours of torture as I'm forced to listen to her squeal and call for God.
I suck in a breath, ready to hunt down my AirPods to drown out the inevitable, when my door flies open so hard I think it's going to come off the hinges.
"You need to come now," Cole barks.
"Uh... sure." I bend down to pull up my sweats and he groans at my speed.
"It's K, Con. We need to go now."
"Fuck. Okay."
The pain is momentarily forgotten at the mention of my girl needing me, and I'm dressed and out the door in a heartbeat.
I expect Cole to turn toward James' office but instead, he heads for the stairs.
"Where are you..."
"No time, let's go."
I follow Cole out to the driveway where I find a black SUV with the engine running and the back door open. Cole helps me up, and the second I'm inside I find James and Ace waiting for me. The door is closed behind us and we're pulling out of the driveway before I've even sat back.
"What the hell is going on?"
"We know where she is."
"Fuck," I breathe, relief flooding me. "Where?"
"We're going there now. But..." He trails off, and the dread I've become used to over the past few weeks come racing back.
"But what?"
He blows out a breath and finally meets my eyes. What I see in them makes my stomach knot.
He pulls a laptop from the seat beside him.
