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I forgot about everything else, taking the steps two at a time and jogging to where Reed was waiting with his driver. He already had the door open, and I didn’t miss a beat, throwing myself into the back seat, Reed following. The door was promptly shut behind us, and the driver was in his seat a second later, hitting the gas and dodging baggage carriers as we veered out through security.
“Cassie didn’t show up to court,” Reed hurried to explain. “I tried Simon and the security guy I’d sent with him. Nothing.”
“Reed! Fucking hell, just tell me what’s going on.” I didn’t have time for stories. The car flew out of the airport onto the streets of Boston. It was obvious Reed’s driver already knew where we were going. “Where’s Cassie?”
“We don’t know.” That was the knife in my chest, “Emmett took her,” and that was the twist.
“Where are we going?” I asked through clenched teeth, trying to keep my fists resting on my thighs and not throw them at anything and everything within range.
I’m a fucking idiot.
I should’ve protected her better.
“We’re going to The Rhodes Hotel. Aspen’s there,” Reed explained, rolling his shoulders back. “She’s pretty beat up. Got knocked out for a while, but she wouldn’t stay at the hospital, ranting and raving about how she needed to find Cassie before this guy hurts her.”Typical.If there was anything I knew from the little time I spent with Aspen, it was that she and Cassie protected each other with a fierce kind of friendship that’s rare as hell. “So I offered for her to come stay with us while we figure this all out.”
“I gotta get her back,” I murmured, turning my head to look at Reed.
His eyes met mine, and the single nod he gave me told me he got it, and that was why he was my best friend.
“I’ve already called Huntsman. They’re on a plane, should be here in about three hours,” he announced as we pulled up outside The Rhodes Hotel.
And that was why he wasn’t just my best friend but my brother.
I felt my shoulders slump, and I leaned into the seat, letting my head fall back.
The club was coming.
My family would be here.
They wouldn’t stop until they found her.
We wouldn’t fucking stop.
“Come on, we’ll figure this out,” Reed urged, nodding to the open door to find Simon standing outside.
He walked closer and pulled the car door open, stepping back to let me get out. There was blood on the side of his head and on his white button-up shirt. “Mr. Shaw, I’m sorry I let him get past me—”
“It’s not your fault,” I reassured him. “You need to get to the hospital and get checked out.”
He was already shaking his head before I could finish. “I’m fine. If there’s anything you need, just let me know. I’m gonna help get her back. I will.”
It was obvious he felt guilty for what happened, though with the amount of blood and the cut on his head, it seemed like he was lucky to be fucking alive. I reached out and patted him on the back, the words at this point a little lost in my throat as the reality of the situation sunk in. Though as I took a couple of steps further, I paused and turned back. “Simon!”
“Yes, sir,” he answered, quickly rushing over.
“Any chance you know where we could rent maybe six to eight motorcycles?”
His face transformed immediately, lighting up, a knowing grin growing on his face. “Leave it to me, sir.”
He was gone a second later, and Reed and I stepped into the elevator. “If I stay in Boston, I’m hiring that kid.”
“If you stay?” Reed challenged with his eyebrow raised. “We’re gonna find her, Drake. And when we do, the two of you are gonna kiss like in one of those romance films, then get engaged for real. Get married on the beach in some tropical country and have little mini yous.”
I leaned back against the elevator wall, folding my arms across my chest. “You’ve been thinking about this?”
“Ever since the apartment-opening party and you saw her across the room at that bar,” Reed explained, shaking his head. “It’s the same way Rip looks at Dakota. The same way your dad looks at Zoey. And the same way I hope I fucking look at a woman one day because then at least I’ll know not to fuck it up.”
“You’ll fuck it up.” I scoffed, the two of us stepping out on the penthouse floor and walking down the short hallway to the door.
