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He took my wife away from me.
He put her in danger.
And he’s the reason she’s been taken.
“Do we know anything?” Storm asks, inserting himself slightly in front of me in case they say something else I don’t like.
One of the other brothers, Jaxon, I think, steps forward. “We assumed this is where they would bring her, but as of now, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case. We had someone tailing the town car Spade normally uses, but when it stopped, it was only the driver inside.”
Arms grip me around the chest before I can advance on the motherfucker delivering the bad news. They lost her. Their plan hinged on Isla, and they lost her immediately. I want to kill every single one of them, bring them back from the dead, and then kill them all over again. How could they be so fucking reckless?
“So you’re telling me that not only do you have no idea where my wife is, but you also have no idea where Spade is?” I growl.
Bryant nods, his eyes flicking between me and Rayne as if he’s trying to work out if my best friend will be able to hold me if I really want to kill the fucker. What he doesn’t know is that Rayne has a wife at home that he’d do anything to protect, so he knows exactly how I feel and almost definitely would not drag me off him.
“Is there anything you do know?” Storm asks without looking up from his phone.
“We have a list of his properties and we have men at each of them. If he shows at any of those, we’ll know about it,” Bryant says.
“Okay. In the meantime, I’ll have Everett see if he can override their hacker. I’m sure Spade thinks he has the best, but his own cockiness will be his downfall,” Storm tells us.
I drag my hands down my face, hoping it will wipe away some of the fatigue that’s beginning to seep into my bones. I’m so fucking tired, and yet I know I won’t be able to rest until Isla is back in my arms.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
ISLA
They pulled a black bag over my eyes ten minutes ago, and the darkness is doing nothing to settle my racing heart.
From what I could see out the front window before they covered my eyes, I think we’re heading in the right direction, but I can’t be certain. Although I’ve lived in Boston my whole life, I wouldn’t necessarily say I know the city well.
Sure, I know the places I used to frequent, the area around my school and the University of Boston, my neighborhood, and even the ones around the club, but as soon as we get into the suburbs, I’m lost.
The men speak quietly to one another, but I stopped trying to eavesdrop a while ago. They weren’t giving me any information I didn’t already know, and I’m afraid of what they might do if they catch me listening.
The van comes to an abrupt halt, and despite thinking I had worked out my center of gravity, I still tumble over, landing on my shoulder with a quiet cry. I don’t want to do anything to draw attention to myself unnecessarily or face any of their vile words again.
A couple of threats to break me in were quite enough for one night.
Fatigue weighs me down after the two doses of whatever they’ve drugged me with moves through my veins. I think I only lost consciousness for a short amount of time this time, but it’s also made it almost impossible to move my body, which makes me wonder if it’s another drug altogether.
But why the hell would they need to drug me with two different substances?
The door flies open, and before I can think to try to get away, rough hands tug me from the floor and drag me from the van. I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder and I can’t swallow the grunt of pain when my ribs make contact with them.
“Boss is waiting for us inside,” a man says, but it’s not one of the voices I heard before. How many people does Spade have involved in my kidnapping?
Each time the guy carrying me takes a step, his shoulder drives farther into my stomach, to the point I’m starting to worry I’m going to throw up down his back.
Somehow, I don’t think that would win me any favors.
A door opens, and warmth rushes over my cool flesh. It’s approaching sunrise, which means the night has a bite to it, and although they’ve put what I think may be one of their shirts on me, I’m no warmer than I was in the stupid dress Kai gave me to wear.
The thought of the Hayes brothers only irritates me. I can’t believe I let them talk me into leaving Chicago, leaving the man who would take his final breath before he allowed anything to happen to me. I can’t believe I allowed them to feed me to the fucking wolves with nothing more than a hope Spade would be as predictable as he had been in the past.
I’m so fucking stupid.
The door slams shut behind us, and the cold fingers of dread wrap around my throat. This doesn’t feel like the mansionBryant told me he would take me to, even without my vision it feels too warm.
