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JD
The image that emerged before us the second we pulled open those huge sliding doors that led us into the aircraft hangar is one I will never, ever forget. Closely followed by the scent.
I’ve smelled death a time or two in my past. But never has it smelled as potent or as toxic as it did when we stepped inside.
Everything I’ve been through, all my pain vanished in a puff of smoke the second my eyes focused on Alana.
Every inch of her was trembling. I had no idea if it was from the cold or fear, or what those motherfuckers had done to her, but it ripped me to pieces.
Bile swirled in my stomach as we moved closer.
Her position…
Fuck.
There’s only one thing those sick cunts could have been doing with her naked and tied to the table like that. And they’re all going to die very slow and painful deaths because of it.
I’m suddenly thrown to the right, my grip on the woman on my lap tightening to stop her from colliding with the door.
By the time Reid and I got back to the car with an unconscious Mav between us, she had also passed out. Although, not in quite the same terrifying way Mav had.
His wounds are horrific. I can’t even imagine how much pain he must be in. It’s hardly a surprise he was unconscious when we found him.
“Careful,” I whisper-hiss.
“We need to get them to safety.”
“I’m aware, but Alana doesn’t need a concussion on top of everything else.”
Accepting my words, Reid eases off the gas a little, slowing his Charger down as we follow directions to where Aubrey’s safe house is located.
Usually, I’d be on edge driving into Hazard Grove. But right now, it feels like a safer option than being in Harrow Creek.
Reid might not have made much progress getting Sidney Hyde on our side, but if what Mav has said is true, then he might just have an in with his stepson Malakai. That might be enough to help keep us safe while we’re here. Should they discover we’re even here, that is.
Glancing back, I take in the mess of the man in Reid’s back seat.
Getting him in there on a normal day would be a challenge. But being unable to lay him on his ruined back made it even harder.
He looks uncomfortable as fuck. It’s probably a good thing that he’s out of it.
“You need to call Doc,” I whisper.
“We can’t, J.”
“But—”
“I know,” he hisses, cutting off my argument. “Aubrey is sorting it.”
“You trust her medic more than Doc.”
“No,” he says fiercely. “But we can’t risk it.”
My teeth grind with my need to argue.
But I can’t because he’s right.
