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I told Milla I’d get those secrets from her lips, I didn’t realise her secrets were to protect herself because of the impossible situation she’d been forced into.Forced. That made me twitchy, it made me want to cause destruction to a biblical level.
I would, but I had to play this smart, it’s what I’d learned from my time with the Owls, channel my chaos in the right direction. Gather the information. Regroup. Strike. And hit them where it fucking hurt. Oh, how it would hurt beautifully. This was our job, but now it was personal where she was concerned.
Dad’s phone rang out in the stillness of the meeting room. His eyebrows furrowed, he glanced at the screen before he answered it.
“What?” His eyes looked over each person in the room before resting on mine as he replied to whoever was on the other end.
“You should have told me.” Pause, a heavy sigh. “Fuck! Okay, okay…” He started pacing. “Send me over the location when you have it, and we’ll arm up and be there.” Pause. “No, Dean—” He looked at his phone then back at us. “Asshole cut me off.”
“Dean?” Hollis queried, waking from the depths of stillness.
“Yeah. That was Dean Rossi.” My dad shook his head. “Decided to tell me now that he’s infiltrated the Mayor’s business, making them believe he’s one of them to get anything and shine a light on it. Problem is, he’s just found out his daughter is involved. He never knew. Naturally, he’s overly emotional and fuming right now, and wants to kill somebody.”
There was a scraping sound before a loud ear-piercing smashing noise penetrated the room, making me gaze around casually. Violence never startled me. Preston had thrown his chair against the wall, his chest heaved heavily as it lay in pieces. I saw the unrestrained anger, that demon of his breaking out successfully from its confines.Fuck.
He ignored all eyes on him, taking position up against the wall as my dad ignored his tantrum and carried on as if nothing happened. Probably a sensible move.
“And…” I waited for another bomb to drop; it was a natural assumption at this point. “She was admitted to hospital a few nights ago, accidental overdose—”
“What?” I choked out. My vocal cords strangled.
“—but she was released. Went back to her dorm and was taken from outside when she went out. Spotting signs of a struggle, Dean and his colleagues pulled video feeds confirming that she was carried out unconscious to an untraceable van.”
This had just gotten more complicated. What the hell was Dean thinking going in without any help from the outside? Doing it alone, or was he doing it alone? He was a smart man with a list of resources at his fingertips even though he wasn’t part of the Owls. He was fully aware of us though and had his own contacts. He and my dad were tight.
“Weallneed to focus,” Dorian piped up and handed out orders. “Elders, reboot the systems. Thomas, we need you to pull up every location and pinpoint it for us, blueprints—the works, so we can get in and get those people out. Omega and Beta team, arm yourselves up, ready to head out.”
Without argument, I moved from my seat and made my way to Hollis and Preston, taking a moment as we clasped each other’s shoulders in silent comfort. A muted affirmation and vow ran through us all; we’d find her, no matter what it took.
Chapter34
Milla
15 YEARS OLD
My hands gripped the vanity as I stared at the pregnancy test. Two lines. Positive.
I swivelled round, head over the toilet, and threw up the little food I had in my system. Closing the lid I flushed, wiping a hand over my mouth as I forced my eyes to the mirror, noticing their redness where I’d cried non-stop.This can’t be happening.
I slumped on the toilet lid, hands cradling my head as I rocked back and forth.Not real. This is a dream.No, it was very real.
I was only fifteen. Only two months away from my sixteenth birthday. All the plans of a future seemed to dissipate and lodged themselves as a jumbled mess inside my mind.I can’t be a mom.
I stumbled from the en suite bathroom, back into my bedroom. I made sure I stuffed the test out of sight from my family, or any cleaning staff. Dad sat at the end of my bed, concern etched on his face.
“Are you sick? I heard you,” he asked. I panicked, just nodding my head not trusting myself to speak. He sighed, pulling me into a crushing hug that I reciprocated.
“I’ll grab some crackers or something plain to settle your stomach. You make sure to rest up here. I won’t let anyone disturb you, so you can recover.”
That’s what he believed. Yet there was one person who could disturb me without thought or care.
I managed to fend off concerns from my mom and Delaney for two days, stating I had a sickness bug with dad backing me up. But I’d grown tired of holing myself inside my room and hiding away.
On the third day, I had a message waiting on my phone. I blinked, not wanting to answer it but I knew ignoring it would be a wrong move.
Him: Pool house. Now.
Using the entrance unseen from my family, I swerved down the stairs making my way into the pool house. He stood there with arms crossed, and an expectant look on his face. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t give that to him right now. Not that I gave anyway… more like he took, and I reluctantly participated.
