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Instead of answering, Hayes slowly rewound the footage until an impala showed on screen. It was a vintage black and very obviously the one my grandfather had put time and money into. The one Dorian himself drove.
We watched our uncle go in, then leave, the timestamp showing that he had been inside for thirty minutes. We were already so far behind. Bailey had been with them for over an hour, and we still had to make our way to her.
“I’m going to kill them all,” Weston said. “Starting with Dorian.”
My father laid a hand on Weston’s shoulder. “Bailey first. I want to know what he knows before we kill him. If he’s working for someone else and has been letting us dig all this time for nothing, then his death will be neither swift nor merciful.”
“Do you feel her?” Hayes asked, his desperation making him nearly yell the question. I didn’t answer. I started to crumble beneath my own panic when I realized the bond had been silent while we focused in on Dorian and his lies.
“No.” I breathed out, closing my eyes and trying to focus on Bailey. I found the bond there, homing in the low thrum of pain, but it was muted, as if she were unconscious. Regardless, she was alive, which meant I needed to keep my shit together for a while longer. “She’s still breathing, but we have to hurry.”
“Thank fuck.”
“I’m going now,” I said, snatching the keys off of Hayes’ desk and stalking out of the room. The warehouse would take us too long to get to. This time of day, everyone was leaving their jobs, meaning the roads would be congested.
My family followed me without discussion. We didn’t stop for gear or weapons since we had all that in the trunk, so within minutes, we were in the car and pulling out of the garage.
“This makes me question whether they were behind it the whole time, orchestrating all of it.”
“I don’t even want to think about that level of betrayal,” my father said, his voice deadly calm. The amount of bodies we would have to dispose of would be uncharted territory.
“Right now, the only blood I want on my hands is Danny’s and Dorian’s,” Weston said. He stabbed his switchblade into the car door, cutting straight through the leather and hitting metal. The fact that my father didn’t protest showed how angry we all were.
“We’re coming, Bailey,” I muttered as I swerved into another lane, cutting between cars. The entire time I drove, I tried to send her the message. We hadn’t explored the bond much, or at all, really, so I wasn’t sure if it even worked that way, but I had to try.
We’d be lucky to make it there in one piece, but all that mattered was her.
ChapterNineteen
Bailey
Icy cold water poured over me, startling me out of the reprieve of unconsciousness. Danny’s cold laughter had reality slamming back into me, and I groaned, cursing his name.
When I tried to move, I realized I was laying down. My eyes blinked open, and I tugged at the restraints holding me to the rusted gurney.
“What the fuck?” I bit out. Harsh fluorescents cut into my eyes, and my body was throbbing with pain, making it hard to focus.
The sound of footsteps had my head snapping to the side. Danny was strutting closer with something metal in his hands. He lifted the blade, the curved point gleaming in the lighting.
“No,” I protested. “This is ridiculous. I fucking told you I wasn’t that close to the senator!”
“Well, see, sometimes it’s fun to ignore orders and have a little one-on-one time with ourguests,” he taunted as he trailed the blade down my arm. At first, it felt like no more than a scratch, then a sharp stinging followed when blood bubbled out of the wound.
“Fuck,” I cried out, pulling at the restraints as if I could get away. Being at Danny’s mercy was not how I wanted my life to fucking end. Where were the guys? Hell, where was the fucking Syndicate?!
“Your fear smells so sweet,” he murmured. Lust colored his voice, and the bulge in his pants made my fear grow deeper, darker.
“Danny, let me go before my mates find me. This won’t end well.” This one alpha wouldn’t even be a challenge for them, though from his wicked grin, he disagreed. Alphas always had an ego, and Danny was no different.
My panic subsided for a moment when a sense of reassurance and worry came through. Hope bloomed in my chest, but it was short lived once Danny brought attention back to himself.
“Oh, you don’t think they’ll like me teaching you what a real alpha feels like?” he cooed. Snagging his blade under my shirt, he cut it, stopping just before he hit my bra.
“No.” I laughed bitterly, slamming my arms against the thick restraints. They didn’t budge, but the old metal gurney creaked enough to give me hope. He was oblivious to that spark inside me, watching me struggle with eagerness in his gaze.
“They’re going to kill you for this,” I promised him, continuing to thrash against the bed in hopes of it breaking free. Adrenaline was coursing through me, replacing the fear with determination. I had no doubts in my mind that if Danny had the chance to continue this, I wouldn’t make it out alive.
Frustration had me fighting harder. I hadn’t come this far, working for the Syndicate and trying to take my life back, for nothing.
