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I didn’t bother to reply to either of them. Beau left silently, his brow dipped as he headed up to where Sylvie waited for him.
Reid waited a heartbeat after Beau was gone to round on me. "Stop fucking moping. Get up. Do something. You're not a man who waits," he snapped in my face. "You're the man with a plan. You always have a strategy, and you have a team.”
Cooper nodded as he walked into the room with his hands in his pockets. "What do you need?"
I looked at him and shook my head. "I have no fucking idea."
My phone rang. I flipped it over, frowning at the number I didn't know. "Hello?" I picked it up and threw it on speaker, because my mindset was in the wrong place.
"Five minutes. Or there will be nothing of her left."
My gut curled in on itself, flipping over as it rose up my throat. "Who the fuck is this?"
"No friends, no phone calls. No devices."
I stared at the phone. “Nash?" I knew the moment I opened my mouth that the voice didn’t belong to my brother.
A voice that turned into a cold laugh. "Four minutes."
"Fuck!" My phone cracked in my hand. I hurled the useless device against the wall. It shattered, spraying black shards over the Blackstone bear’s head. A piece balanced on its nose before sliding to the floor with a soft tinkle.
"What do you need," Cooper repeated, shifting, so I couldn’t pass him in the doorway.
"You heard what he said." I stopped nose to nose with him. "I'm out of time. He said so."
Cooper gave me the smallest smile. "You turn up with no one. He didn’t mention the cavalry that came after,” he added gently.
“Thanks.” I gave him a terse nod and hit the front door running.
My chest heaved, my lungs bursting by the time I slammed my hand to the elevator to take me to the top floor of Wrenlee’s building.
"Come on, comeon," I muttered.
The car finally arrived. I stepped into its empty cavity, tapping my foot impatiently as it took a hundred years to return its place. I burst through the doors and headed straight for Wrenlee’s door, barging straight through it. Good thing it wasn't locked because I would've taken it off with the momentum.
"Where is –" My words died on my lips as I spotted a tiny form on her knees with her hands clasped–tied–in her lap. A black bag sat over her head, tied at the neck with a piece of rope attached to the windowsill above.
She was alright now, unless the bastard picked her up and threw out the window.
My heart slammed into my mouth as metal dug into the back of my skull. The click of a cocked gun ripped through her otherwise silent room. Her empty room with no roommates. I counted out the hours. Neither Isla nor Effie would be home for ages.
It wouldn't take long for this group of dead men to do whatever they wanted to do. They thought they were smart, invading our territory, taking my girl. But even if Wrenlee and I didn’t make it, I knew a man who would hunt their heads and mount them above his bed for fun.
I raised my hands out to my sides, palms open. "What do you want," I said in the controlled, cold voice that reminded me too much of Beau.
I shot him through the forehead. I walked away with Sylvie before his body was cold.
His word seems so effortless, callous minutes ago, but now I had a better use for them.
I squinted at the man behind Sylvie. His features blurred. My own dead face stared back at me, but it wasn't quite right.Not Nash.
I breathed out.
"Take the mask off, you fucking coward. "
"With pleasure." He ripped the mask off his face and threw it at Wrenlee’s feet.
"Stan,” I said slowly. “What the fuck?" I twisted to look at the man behind me, but a fist slammed into my jaw before I could get a good look in.
