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His guards start to untie the ropes and Carlo makes his way out of the study. As soon as I’m completely untied, I kick my leg as hard as I can straight into the balls of the guy in front. He cowers instantly, and knowing I don’t have a lot of time, I throw a fist into another guy’s jaw before bringing my elbow back to smash it into the nose of the guy behind me.
My knuckles are killing me from the punch I threw. I haven’t actually practised without the gloves yet, but I’m glad some of my training has come to my advantage.
With all three men momentarily stunned, I dash out the door to the study and run for my room. But as I run into the entrance hall, ready to take the steps two at a time, I’m grabbed from behind, two strong arms wrapped around my waist and a bag placed over my head.
I scream and kick, trying to put the hip toss I learned into motion, but nothing works and eventually, after the adrenaline rush from hitting Carlo’s men, my body starts to get weak. I can feel every bone numbing and my head growing dizzy and it becomes harder to breathe under the bag. And I realise it’s not me that’s giving up, but the needle they’ve injected me with that’s caused it.
And eventually, everything goes black.
After searching in all the obvious places and ending up at the address I was given by Carlo, King and Rori are nowhere to be found. There’s no obvious sign of life in the empty parking lot, just an abandoned café, which I did search through, and the dusty ground surrounding it.
Carlo has played me. I thought King had got my letter, played into Carlo’s hands, and he finally let him out. I believed everything he said about Rori panicking about his return home. After all, she’s made many comments in the past few months about it. And my girl is good at fucking running.
I sink down the side of the car and rest my arms on my knees that are drawn up to my chest.
“Fuck!” I shout loudly into the open air, slamming my head back against the car.
Rori isn’t here. King definitely isn’t. Carlo lied and that’s when I realise he knows. He knows I know where King is and he’s punishing me for it.
And I’ve left Rori behind.
Fuck, Rori.
Memories of her confession invade my thoughts. Carlo used her to distract me from finding King and when she told him she didn’t want to anymore, he just left it. Over the past two months, there’s been nothing.
And now I curse myself for being so stupid.
It was a ploy. He wanted me away from her.
“FUCK!” I shout again, jumping up and diving into the driver's seat once again, ready to pelt it the two-hour drive back.
* * *
I driftthe Cadillac around the corner and almost crash into the gates of the Rhivers Mansion. King will murder me for ruining his car if he ever gets out, but I’ve got other things to be worrying about right now.
I floor it all the way down the ridiculously long driveway—who needs a driveway this long anyway—and slam my foot on the brake right outside the mansion, the tires crunching on the gravel as I skid to a stop.
Throwing open the door, I don’t bother to close it as I run up the marble steps leading to the entrance of the house. The guard who’s always stationed at the door opens it wide for me with a lack of eye contact and without checking if she’s in the building I head straight to Carlo.
I push open the doors to his study without knocking, barging in and pointing directly in his face as I storm through.
“Where the fuck is she?”
He laughs. He fucking laughs and when I reach behind me to pull my gun out from the waistband of my trousers and aim it straight at his head, he doesn’t even flinch, just pauses his laughter.
“Do you think it’s wise to pull a gun on me, son?”
“I am not your son,” I seethe, my hand steady, finger poised on the trigger.
I could just do it. Shoot him right now, get rid of him forever, get King, and fucking move on.
I could just do it.
“If you do, then you’ll never know where she is.”
I hate how he reads my mind, or did I say it out loud? I don’t know. But what he says makes me lower my hand the slightest bit. And he smirks when he sees.
“Where is she?” I ask sternly. “Where is Rori?”
