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“You slowed them down a little,” Pax said from behind the wheel. “You might have given us a chance to catch up to them.”
“At the cost of your face,” Cain commented. He cast a glance over it, and for the first time, I realized how much my face burned. There must be bits of cement embedded in my skin. “You’ll no longer be putting up much of a contest for which one of us is prettier.”
I knew Cain could joke–or at least what passed for jokes for Cain–at any time, but I couldn’t think about anything but Aurora. I sat on the edge of my seat, as our car chased theirs.
“When we get that girl back, she’s definitely getting a new GPS tracker,” Remington growled.
“This is all my fault,” I admitted. I couldn’t stop thinking that I was going to lose her just like I lost Sophia. I hadn’t been worthy of my sister, and I hadn’t protected her well enough. Now I hadn’t protected Aurora either.
“Fucking snap out of it,” Cain said. “You fell off the car because you aren’t a goddamn character out of Die Hard. We’re going to get her back, you didn’t fail her. This isn’t karma for being an asshole. Obviously, you are an asshole, but that doesn’t mean the universe is out to get you. The universe doesn’t give a shit about any of us. No, this is personal.”
It might have been the longest monologue I’d ever heard from Cain.
He was watching the road ahead of us with bright intense eyes, smoldering with wicked intent, and his hands were tightened into fists in his lap. “Someone is obsessed with her, besides us, and we’re going to show them they made a mistake. She’s ours.”
Remington, who was on his phone as always, said, “Police scanners know there’s a car chase. We’ve got about two minutes. We’ve gotta look out for cops.”
“They’re in a van,” Pax cut in. “We'll catch them.”
The van ahead of us drove through a red light. We followed them through it.
Just then, a police car slammed into the side of our car. It knocked us into a 360-degree loop, and as buildings and cars flashed by us, I caught a glimpse of the tail lights of the van in the distance.
No.
We were losing her.
By the time Cain and Remington finished with the cops, they were apologizing profusely. We got back into our damaged car, but it wouldn’t drive. While Cain called for a car delivery–asap– Pax slammed his hands into the steering wheel.
“How the hell do we get her back?”
Chapter25
Aurora
At least I hadn’t been drugged. You knew your life was fucked up when you had thoughts like that. But I appreciated the fact that I wouldn’t be suffering from a massive migraine while also trying to stay alive.
Whoever had taken me hadn’t said a word on the drive, but they’d played fucking classical music…just like the Demon had liked.
That didn’t bode well for me.
I hadn’t bothered trying to engage in conversation for most of the drive. There were two people working together because a second after I’d been thrown into the van and we’d started to drive away, a pair of cold and clammy hands had yanked my hands together and hog-tied them before doing the same thing to my feet.
I’d attempted to scream my bloody brains out, but then the bag had been tightened around my neck and it had gotten really hard to breathe. After that, I’d just concentrated on not passing out.
The car ride seemed to last forever, the sound of that music threatening to drive me crazy before the end of it. Finally, we’d stopped, the music abruptly cutting off, much to my relief. I’d heard the sound of the driver's door opening and shutting. A moment later, the van door was opened.
“What is this place?” an unfamiliar voice asked from right next to me.
I shrieked when a gun went off, blasting my eardrums and echoing around the van’s interior.
The man next to me grunted. “Why?” he said in a gurgled voice. I couldn’t see him, but I could just picture blood trickling out of his mouth. His hand hit me…and then he felt still.
Humming started then, a sound that was guaranteed to take a starring role in my nightmares. The other person scooped me up in his arms bridal style, that dreadful humming inches from my ear.
I began to thrash around, just to get away from the sound, and he grunted as I elbowed him in the chest.
“Naughty, naughty,” a male voice whispered.
