“Oh, you have to let me upgrade you. The 800 has a much better range—”
“He said we’d all be sorry, and he was going to kill her, and I said go ahead! I need to call the police and report a crazy person in the area—”
Crack.
The sound of my fist shattering Jack’s nose is enough for everyone who had been talking at once to shut the hell up, but the silence is short-lived as I scream at him.
“You told him tokillher? What the fuck is wrong with you!” I tackle him to the floor, but before I can punch him again, Ledger is pulling me back.
“Killwho? The imaginary girl the whackadoodle thinks he kidnapped?”
“Your sister! Lucy! The love of my life, who’s been kidnapped by an enemy of my family, of which there are many, because we’re the goddamnedbratva, and she was supposed to be safe with your family! And she was here, Blanche tracked her, and he offered her to you, and you told him to kill her!”
The way he’s looking at me isn’t fearful enough for my taste, or remorseful enough, and I realize I’ve been masking myself too well around all the Sinclairs. They have no idea who I really am, or what I’m capable of.
I elbow Ledger in the face to release me and go back to pounding the shit out of Jack. Ledger tries to step in, but the two of them are no match for me in my rage. We all spar for a minute before Blanche stops us all in our tracks.
“She’s at a motel near the airport. If you’re all done scuffling, we need to make a plan.”
Her tone is curt, and I’m glad she seems to understand our dire situation. If Lawrence manages to take Lucy out of the state, or the country, it’ll be much less likely we get her back alive.
“Is nobody going to explain why we think Lucy is my sister?” Jack’s sitting on the floor with a bag of frozen peas on his busted lip.
“We know she is. But we don’t have time for that right now. Blanche, if you’ll drive, I’ll coordinate with my men to have a team meet us there.”
Planning is the only thing keeping me calm right now. If I let myself fall into the worst-case scenarios streaming across my mind, I’ll be no use to anyone, and Lucy needs me. I lead the way out, holding the door open for Blanche and tossing her my keys.I don’t look back at Jack, unable to stomach looking that fucker in the eye. Just as I move to slam the passenger door and start making calls, Ledger tumbles out of the house and sprints to the car.
“Wait! Wait…I’m coming too. Scooch over.” He barely gives me a moment to react before folding himself into my lap and managing to shut the door behind him. Blanche takes the opportunity to speed off, slinging us both into the side of the door as Ledger’s huge boot collides with my shin.
“Why the fuck did you just cram yourself into mytwo-seater? You could’ve followed us there! You don’t even need to be involved at all!”
He’s distracting me from my focus, which needs to be getting as many of the guys within range of this motel to take Lawrence out once and for all. It’s hard to think with Ledger’s bony elbow under my ribs.
“You’re in my lap, man. Don’t delude yourself. And you might find I’m more helpful than you think. I should have time to jailbreak that tracker before we get there and have a more detailed location within the hotel. Plus, you know, even if Jack just found out about Lucy, that still makes her family. Family means something to us. You’re not going in without the Sinclairs behind you.”
Blanche punctuates Ledger’s statement with a sniffle and a pat on my knee.
“Plus, Jack finally got his head out of his ass. He’s right behind us.”
With a sigh, I turn back to my task of shooting off texts and activating my men. Even if Jack and I are going to have some more shit to work through, especially if a single hair on Lucy’s head is harmed, it’s comforting to feel like I might have a real chance at joining this family.
None of it’s worth it unless we’re successful, though. It’s time to get my Sunshine back.
Chapter thirty-four
“Well, look who finally woke up.”
The low timbre of a man speaking startles me as I thrash against my restraints. The owner of the voice is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite place them.
Surely, this wasn’t Sasha. Was it? Come to think of it, this does seem like exactly the kind of thing he would do. I mean, he murdered three people right in front of me, for crying out loud. Compared to that, kidnapping me and sticking me in a room with an annoying TV seems almost loving. And hedidtell me there was nowhere I could go that he wouldn’t find me.
My heart rate slows back to normal when the reality of the situation sinks in. Thishasto be one of Sasha’s little pranks. He’s probably using a voice modifier or something.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Sasha. Can you please let me go? Or at the very least, try not tokillanyone while you’ve got me tied up?”
The laugh in response to my statement is so evil, Iknowit’s not Sasha.
“Oh, you’re a cute little thing, you know that? Sasha’s not here, but you and I are going to have a good time.”
