My dad. I need my dad. He has to know someone from his time in OSI that could help. He has to.
Jae stepped closer to me, taking Hannah’s phone from my other hand, only to slip his hand into mine, squeezing hard.
“If I can get some people to help, some qualified people, will you help us?” I squeezed Jae’s hand. My voice shook with emotion, and I clung to the anger even harder. “You’re the only one who has the information we need. You know what we’re walking into. Please.”
I wasn’t above begging. I’d do anything to get her back. I’d blackmail the guy if I had to, but I was going to get the information I needed. I was going to get her back.
I promised her I’d keep her safe. I promised her.
Agent Bradley sighed and some hope blossomed in my chest.
“Get your ass to the mainland. If it’s really the cult that’s got her, then she’s likely alive and we’ve got time to come up with a plan to get her out of there.”
Cult. My stomach bottomed out.
“How far are you from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania?” I asked. Determination filled me with a confidence that I forced myself to believe.
God, keep her safe until we can find her.
“Two hours.”
“I’ll be on the next flight. I’ll send you the details and an address to meet me at.”
“Okay. And Enoch?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
I ended the call without responding, tucking Shiloh’s phone into my back pocket.
“What’s going on?” Cole asked hesitantly as he peered into the bedside table with a gasp. “Who were you talking to?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, stepping towards the door. “If you want Sh—” I cut myself off with a shake of my head. “If you want Emory to come home, then you’re going to keep your mouths shut and not breathe a word of any of this to anyone.”
“I knew she should have never trusted you,” Lottie spat. “You’re insane if you think we’re not going to call the cops. They’ll arrest you for obstruction of justice, they’ll—”
I spun on my heel, intent on putting the fear of God into her, but Jae beat me to it, picking up the gun and checking that it was loaded. Lottie’s lips parted, eyes going wide with fear. Mason faltered in his steps as he attempted to intervene. Jae crowded her space until she was forced to sit back down on the bed where Hannah wrapped her arms around her.
“I’ll say this nicely one time and one time only. You threaten my family again and you’ll regret it. You want to put your life in danger; I don’t give a fuck. But you’ll be signing Emory’s death warrant if you open your mouth. So, keep it shut, or I can do it for you.”
I blinked in shock at the venom in Jae’s voice. I knew he was fiercely protective, but to hear him threaten someone proved just how loyal he was to the family we’d created with Shiloh. It should’ve concerned me the lengths at which he was willing to go to defend us, but all I felt was pride and relief. Relief that I wasn’t doing this alone.
I pulled Jae back by the collar and he stumbled into my chest. “Please,” I begged her friends. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
Lottie blinked tears out of her eyes, and her sister squeezed her tighter.
“You’re going to her ex-husband?” Cole asked, eyes bouncing between Jae and me. “That’s who has her?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
“We want to help. What can we do?”
I sighed. Every second I spent talking to them was a second wasted not trying to get to Shiloh.
“Just make sure no one gets the cops involved. I can’t explain, I can’t. You just have to trust us when we tell you that getting them involved will only make things worse.”
Cole stared before finally nodding in agreement. Jae threw Hannah’s phone onto the bed and turned around, shoving me towards the door.
