“What happened? What the fuck happened? Where is she? Was it Roderick?”
I shake my head, I don’t know.
“We have to find her!” he roars.
“You think we don’t know that.”
Everyone stops talking and I turn my head to Ballistic. Cassie is his child, he’s got to be in a worse state than we are but it doesn’t show.
“That was Shady,” he waves his phone. “They’re at Roderick’s place. She isn’t there. He had another woman. We’ve got her away from him and dealt with it.”
“Dealt with it?” Mace asks.
“Fucker is dead.”
“But what if he-”
“He doesn’t have her.” Ballistic turns to War and Hudson. “This is something else, someone else.”
Something shifts in my head, a thought I can’t catch hold of. What is it? Mace has his hands on his head and is pacing. Everyone is watching him, seeing how he’s reacting to this and it’s obvious to everyone in here that both of us care about her, more than anyone knew.
I’m glad the SOS worked. It means I have at least some small chance of helping find her and I’m not dead on the fucking floor.
That tickles something again, just out of reach. There is only one other thing we’ve been working on that Cassie has been involved in. My eyes widen.
“My phone,” I croak out. Mace turns to me. He sees the frantic expression on my face. Without questioning me, he runs for the stairs. Everyone is talking but I wait for him to come back, he practically jumps over the railing. He holds up my hand to unlock it because my fingers don’t want to work.
“Texts,” I hiss. “They sent it to me.”
“Who?” Ballistic asks.
“The Veil Line. After I asked… about Marshall’s sister.”
Most of them don’t know what I’m talking about but Mace goes rigid, he knows who I’m talking about. The killer, the ghost assassin who works for the man abusing Marshall’s sister.
He opens the texts and straightens up. His face creases in confusion, he shakes it a couple of times.
“What?” I gasp out, the pain crippling me when I try to get up, along with Doc shoving me back down on the couch.
“The Veil Line sent you this? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I croak out. “I talked to them, they told me not to call, then that text… came through.”
“You need to stop talking,” Doc says, pressing down on my stomach making me groan in pain. “I have to stop this bleeding. There is still a bullet in his shoulder. I need to get him back to the infirmary, now.”
Someone runs off to get a car, but I haven’t taken my eyes off Mace.
His face is white as a sheet. Ballistic grabs his shoulder and spins him around.
“What is it?” he snarls.
Mace looks at me. “I know where she is.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cassie
My head is pounding but at least I’m awake. I put up a fight when he dragged me out of the trunk. I took great pleasure in seeing he was bleeding, the fucker. Not as bad as Eli was. There was so much blood on the floor. I don’t even know if he’s dead or alive.
