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But I was too busy trying to remember the one fucking number I needed right now. But I couldn’t fucking remember. I spun, meeting Thomas' gaze.
“Thom, I need…”
He spoke before I finished, rattling off London St. James’ number like it was written in front of him. I punched in the digits, listening to the cell ring before it was answered.
“Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s Riven.” I started. “We’re out. Do you have a bead on Viv’s location.”
“No.” He snarled. “Why…do you?”
He thought I had something to do with this? Anger seethed for a second before I stilled. I guessed I deserved that. “No.” I answered. “But they’ve taken Helene, as well. My…my sister and Coulter.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
When I said the words ‘my sister’, it made my fucking stomach roll. No wonder St. James didn’t trust me.
“Motherfuckers.” London snarled. “I’m going to kill those fucking assholes. Blood or not. They’re going to die.”
I lifted my gaze to the haunted expression in Hunter’s eyes. “Not if I get to them first. Tell me where you are. We’ll meet.”
“You sure you want to do that?” He said carefully. “Colt and Carven are…hunting.”
A shiver raced along my spine. “Yes.” I answered. “Tell me where you are…and bring guns.”
THIRTY-TWO
Helene
Footsteps thudded, coming to a stop outside the double doors before they slowly opened. Hale was the first one through, scanning the room with that scrutinizing stare before he settled on Vivienne and me. Melody was next, quiet and obedient, stepping behind him to perch on the back of a brown leather sofa in the middle of the expansive library.
But it was Coulter I was wary of, watching him like you would a viper that slithered across your path as he made his way to a neat, expensive bar at the edge of the room.
“Vivienne. Helene.” Hale called. “It’s nice to finally meet both of you.”
I dragged my focus from my rapist, to the man he worked for…the man he looked up to. The man who was supposed to be dead but was still very much alive. A sickening wave washed through me, forcing me to take a step, moving in front of my sister.
“Let my sister go.” I shook my head. “She has nothing to do with any of this. Whatever plans you have, they don’t concern her.”
“Helene,” she hissed at my back.
I reached behind, grasping her hand. Her manicured nails stung as they clawed my hand for a hold.
But I took that sharp, cutting flare, gripped her hand, and kept trying. “She has nothing you need. Nothing you want. Whatever it is you’re planning, you have me. Take that…take that and let her go.”
My fingers were crushed, the knuckles grinding with her panic and fear.
I knew what my words meant. I was giving myself up to whatever sick plans those bastards had. As terrifying as that was, knowing she was in that hell with me would be far more traumatic.
I could get through this…whatever hell this was, knowing she was away, safe, alive…protected.
“So devoted.” Hale’s eyes shone as they fixed on me. “And yet, you barely know her.”
I clenched my jaw, then relaxed enough to force the words through. “I know her. I also know the men who love her. Men who won’t ever stop looking for her. They tore the city apart looking for Colt before, so what do you think they’ll do to find her, the mother of their children?”
A strangled sound came from my sister. Her hand shook in mine. I’d seen her fearless and savage, her face blood-splattered, and her eyes shining with the deadly gaze of a killer. But it wasn’t rage that filled her now. Not in her condition. It was fear.
She was too close to giving birth.
