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“Dana, Irish has been kidnapped. Stay back, but follow that van. Rage is already rescuing someone else but is sending people your way. London and Max are also coming. Turn your tracker on, honey,” Dylan said.
“It’s already on. Nigel should have me,” I replied, trying to stay calm.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asked.
“Not really. I’m a receptionist, not a PI, Dylan. I’m scared,” I admitted.
“And that’s cool to be scared, honey. Just don’t leave your car for anything. Max, London, and Rage will be with you soon.”
“I’m going to hang up. The rain is so bad I need to concentrate,” I said and cut the call.
My shoulders were already tense, and my neck felt stiff. I glanced across at my passenger seat and saw my handbag there, which gave me some reassurance. Inside it was my gun. It hadnever been fired, but I knew how to shoot. Even a receptionist had to learn how to handle weapons; it was for my own safety.
The van kept going past Box Elder, and I briefly hoped to see some bikes join the road, but none did. I guessed the Fallen Warriors hadn’t been alerted. We continued past, and I wondered where we were heading when suddenly the van pulled off at New Underwood. It was a small town, but there were still plenty of places to hide.
The rain was falling heavier now. I wasn’t worried about being seen as much as I was before.
But even so, I kept back as they turned onto N A Ave. The sat nav showed me that this was a road that looped around on itself. Taking a chance, I went the opposite way rather than alert them by following. And luckily for me, I passed them, pulling into a deserted building.
I parked down the road and slunk down in my car as I watched them carry Irish into the building. She was still unconscious, and that worried me.
Without a second thought, I punched Dylan’s number.
“Dana, you’ve stopped moving,” he said, worried.
“I’m at this weird building. I think it’s a deserted office block. They carried Irish in. She’s unconscious. I saw cuts, Dylan, but I couldn’t see who they belonged to.”
“Dana, stay in the car. Don’t get out, and if it looks like you’re being approached, get the fuck out of there,” Dylan ordered.
I bit my lip. “They might be hurting Irish,” I whispered.
“Dana, someone will be there in twenty minutes. People are coming; just stay put. No, in fact, get the hell out of there now. We know where she is,” Dylan said, changing his mind.
“If I leave and then they do, we won’t know where Irish is,” I argued.
“Dana. This is an order,” Dylan replied firmly.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Who did he think he was giving orders to? I wasn’t one of his men! I was his receptionist. And no, I wasn’t brave, but I wasn’t a coward either. There was no way I could leave Irish alone in that building. Who knows what they were doing to her? Hanging up on Dylan, I grabbed my bag and pulled out my gun. Everyone who worked for Hawthornes knew how to handle a weapon, even me. It was part of my mandatory training.
I pulled a free clip from my purse and a second from my glove box.
My hands were shaking slightly as I slid a silencer onto my gun. This was a scary situation and not one I usually ended up in. I was the receptionist for Hawthornes, but I never got involved in their roles or jobs.
Still, I knew full well what the Venomous Fangs were capable of. Dylan had sat me down at the start of this war and offered me full pay but would allow me to take a break while this shit went down. I’d refused. I wasn’t one to sit at home, being paid for doing nothing.
And, plus, Dylan was going to yell at me. I hated being shouted at. Of course, Dylan yelled a lot in the offices, but it wasn’t ever aimed at me.
Only this time, it would be.
I’d have to suck it up.
Pulling my coat hood up over my head, I stepped out into the pouring rain. The good thing was, it was so heavy that it would obscure my body from any cameras operating outside the building. With an audible gulp and on high alert, I crept towards the building, staying in the shadows cast by the high walls and the surrounding buildings.
Cautiously, I peered around the entrance to the building where the van was parked and saw five bikes plus the van. Now, that could mean there were five plus the men in the van, which, if I went for a maximum of six, four in the back and two in thefront, meant there were eleven men present. And one of me. Those weren’t good odds.
A sick feeling rose in my throat, and I swallowed bile before I heaved. Somewhere in there, a woman needed my help, and I couldn’t let her be beaten or raped.
