“Fuck!” I roar. Men’s voices fill the other end of the line right alongside Emerson’s soft cries. She needs me and I’m not there. She needs me and I can’t fucking get to her fast enough.
I take a corner too quickly and barely miss three cars before I’m speeding off. I don’t have time to worry about them and I dare any police officer in this fucking city to think about trying to give me a ticket.
Hesitantly, I end the call and dial Everett. “I’ve got her trackers active on my screens at the moment, and I’m watching them on the traffic cameras. Your girl’s a fucking badass.”
I huff out a relieved sigh. “What is she doing? I’m about five minutes away.”
“Well, she disarmed one guy and took his gun, which she’s now pointing at the rest of them,” Everett tells me.
“Are the other teams mobilizing? I want everyone that works for us apart from those who are protecting the penthouse.”
“I’ve pulled all security apart from the bare minimum and Cameron, who is on her dad. I thought she wouldn’t take kindly to you putting him in danger for her.”
“Okay good. Do you think she can hold them off until help gets there?” The question poses itself before I can think better of it, before I can consider that the answer may not be what I want to hear.
“Holy fuck,” Everett hoots. “She just shot a guy. I like this girl, brother. Lock this one down.”
I growl. “Believe me when I say a ring is going on her finger the moment I have her safe. The sooner she has the Saint James name, the better.”
“Rayne, you need to speed up.” The jovial Everett I spoke to just a few moments ago is gone and the fear in his voice tells me all I need to know.
I’m too late.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” I mutter as I change lanes again, weaving through traffic dangerously. “Follow them on the cameras. They’ll check her for trackers.”
“I’m way ahead of you. Fuck. Rayne.” His words sound pained and I know why. This could so easily have been Wynter. This is the reason he left her, the reason he broke both their hearts, because being with him only put her in danger, and that wasn’t an option for him. He would do anything for her, including live on the sidelines of her life, never able to touch her or hold her when she cried. But he did it for her. “We’ll get her back. I promise we’ll get her back.”
I nod despite knowing he can’t see me, because I need to keep telling myself that. We have to get her back. There isn’t any other option than me having her back in my arms.
I’ve never felt more hopeless than I do right now.
“Fuck!” Everett booms on the other end of the line.
“What is it?”
“I know where they’re going, but I don’t know how the fuck we’re going to get her out.”
“Where?” I growl.
“Aces. They may as well have a fucking army surrounding the place. You were right about trackers. All the ones we had stopped at the accident site, they must have scanned her before they started driving.”
“I want you on the ground with us.”
“I’m on my way out of the office right now. Storm is enroute and so is Tommy. I’ve pulled the city’s building records as well so we can make a plan of attack.”
I hang up the phone and change directions toward the club I hoped she would never step foot in again.
Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m coming for you.
