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“Oakley...is that you? Are you there?” Her voice sounds rough, but it's music to my ears.
I tell her that I'm here and that we are only a few minutes out and to stay on the line so we can find her. She seems to be in an old warehouse district that was condemned almost twenty years ago. I don't know why they picked this place because it is one of the most dangerous places in town. The buildings have been known to collapse with the slightest noise.
She does not understand how we can be on our way, but that can all wait. When she tells me about killing a guy, overwhelming pride consumes me, and I feel the need to praise her, “Good girl...you did good, baby. Don't worry; he can't hurt you anymore.”
She tells me that she doesn't think anyone else is there, which is good and bad because as much as I want to grab her and get her the fuck out of there, I want this to all be over. I want to end any and all people involved in this shit, especially after her telling me how they carved into her this time.
I wish she hadn't killed the fucker because I would take great pleasure in torturing the person who marred up my Kitty Cat. She belongs to us, and we are the only ones allowed to do shit like that!
She tells me to hurry, but we can't get there any faster, so I try a distraction and ask her to find out who the guy is. I don't want her to if it will traumatize her, but she steps up and does it anyway.
“Oh, my fucking God!”
“What is it? Do you recognize him?”
“Uh, how long before you get here?” she asks.
“We are pulling in now. Why?” I ask, getting worried all over again.
“Just please hurry. You need to see this for yourself.”
As we climb from theJeep, the decrepit warehouse looming before us is dark. It's still early; the sun is just rising as we walk to the front entrance. My eyes roam our surroundings, but I get no indication of being watched, so I continue.
A ping sounds, and Fynn pulls his phone out of his pocket, reading the text that has come through. He stops, “It's Drew,” my friend's brow furrows, “Felica is missing.”
“What the fuck does he mean, she's missing? Haven't he and Brett been watching her at all times?” I frown, irritated that our own brothers are irresponsible and can't follow simple instructions. It's not how we are trained.
Fynn shrugs, “Who the fuck knows. He said that they took shifts, so they could each get some sleep and that he should be relieved soon. He hasn't seen anyone come and go all night. We will deal with that later; Saint is the one who needs us now.” He pockets his phone and puts his game face back on.
Fynn can be a scary motherfucker if you don't know him. Hell, there are times he still scares me, and the same goes for Jett. I'm more of the preppy-looking Lord but make no mistake, I will fuck you up if you deserve it. You could say I have been known as being the dangerous one because of the way I look. No one expects someone like me to make anyone disappear or even beat someone to a pulp like I have, all because of my pretty boy looks.
We reach the door and pull it open, the screech echoing through the early morning. I let Fynn and Jett go in first as I keep watch before entering myself and closing the door. It's dark. The high windows are too dingy with dirt and scum to let in much light, so we pull our phones out to use the flashlights.
“Jesus. Are you sure Lina is here?” Jett questions as he looks around at all the old boxes and crates lying around.
I look at the red dot blinking on my phone and notice that Kitty Cat should be right where we are standing, “There must be a basement because, according to this, she's right here. Kitty Cat is just below us. Let's find the staircase.”
We spread out and start opening doors. It doesn't take long before Jett calls out from across the room, “Here!”
Fynn and I take off across the space. Jett waits until we are close before disappearing through the door. The sound of my friend's feet pounding down a metal stairwell echoes through the building. We follow close behind, calling out to our girl. I try not to yell too loud because, as I said, this structure is far from stable, and the slightest sound could cause it to come tumbling down. Being in the basement is not an ideal place to be if that were to occur.
A muffled “Here!” comes from a room down the dark hallway. I can hear water dripping somewhere in the distance, and the pungent odor of a wet, moldy basement consumes my sense of smell. God, I can only imagine the kind of room they have my Kitty Cat in.
We stop in front of a door with a dirty five-gallon bucket just outside. Looking inside the bucket, I immediately realized that this was what Kitty Cat was made to use if she needed the bathroom. The bastards couldn't even take her to an actual toilet! Scowling, I rip the door open and rush in, only to come to a dead stop when I see our girl rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around her knees.
“Kitty Cat?” I say softly, not wanting to startle her.
Her tearful eyes move from the dead body to mine, “I'm sorry...I'm so sorry!”
Holding my hands out in front of me, I continue to talk softly, “It's okay, Kitty Cat. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I didn't know...I swear!” Her eyes are wide; she's scared.
“What didn't you know, Little Saint?” Fynn asks from my left side. When I glance at him, I can see his concern, a look I have never seen on my friend's face before.
“Please, don't be mad at me!” she pleads, confusing us as to why she would think we would be, “You can punish me for drugging Jett and leaving, but I swear, I didn't know who they were!”
My heart begins to beat a little faster as my eyes land on the still form lying on the floor beside my Kitty Cat, “Come here, baby.” I motion her with my hand, but she doesn't move. She's in some form of shock.
