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“This is all my fucking fault.”
“Talk to me, Finn. Now is not the time for you to start breaking down.Think.What can we do?”
“There’s nothing.”
“There is one thing,” I replied, my throat tightening at my next thought. “We could save her—”
“Are you out of your goddamn mind!?” His stale, wet eyes shot up and locked on my reflective gaze. “It’s fucking suicide!”
I twisted in my seat to face him, ignoring the dull ache in my ribs. I hadn’t fully healed yet, but I was more or less getting by on my own again without required assistance.
“She saved our asses, Finn. Weoweher.”
“And how far do you think we’ll get before Damien figures it out?” he asked. “It won’t make a difference, Jace. Damien will torture her, do everything he can monstrously think of to break her, and there’s not a goddamn thing we can do about it. We’re fucked.”
Which was the exact reason why I was so willing to blow our cover and fucking jet. I couldn’t stomach the thought of what my father would do to Cindy when he got his hands on her again.
And if she talked…
If she gave us up…
Fuck.
We’d be corpses within just a matter of days.
“What are our chances?”
“Slim. Cindy won’t last long with Damien. A day or two at most, if we’re lucky. And if she doesn’t break, it still won’t matter. He’ll kill her either way.”
Finn left it at that and gently scooted over to ease Cindy’s head out of his lap and down on the seat. He climbed from the back to the front with his phone in his hand. I watched wordlessly as he pulled up his texts, his thumbs on the go.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting my uncle.”
“Why? Shouldn’t you be calling Ginger?”
“I don’t have my burner on me. It’s in my car, back at the club. This is my personal cell. Unc has Ginger’s location and knows how to reach her. Hopefully he can make contact and warn her before it’s too late.”
“And then what?” I asked again as I checked my blinker and regretfully merged back on the road.
“And then we pray, Jace. We fucking pray.”
I crossly shook my head, hating the goddamn world, and glanced down to the address Finn had just finished uploading onto my GPS.
“No fucking way,” I faintly whispered, my eyes widening as they swept over the location a second time, leaving me utterly dumbstruck.
“What? You know the place?”
Our destination was a four-story Victorian mansion that once belonged to my late grandparents. It was ten miles away from the club, on an estate that I hadn’t laid eyes on since before my grandparents died a little over six years ago, when I was fifteen. In their will they’d left their humble abode to my father, who at the time of their passing, told me he intended to sell the estate and use the profits to invest in a more prominent business opportunity. I could blatantly see now that it was just another one out of the many lies Father had conned me into believing throughout my miserable adolescence. So, if he hadn’t sold the estate, then for the last six years, what the hell had he been using it for?
“Yeah,” I replied, swallowing back the worrisome lump in my throat. “I know the place.”
I explained everything to Finn, not liking how his flashing eyes had my body cording with tension.
“Tell me something, Finn, and be honest. With as long as you’ve been under, has my father ever taken you to my grandparents’ estate?”
He gave me an honest head shake. “No, he hasn’t, and I think I know why that is. I could be wrong, but Ithinkwe’re about to stumble upon Damien’s newest cash cow.”
