"Oh shit," he answered and I heard a shuffle before someone asked him what he was doing and Slade reassured his boyfriend before I heard more shuffling and then finally the click-clacking of a keyboard.
"Anything?" I asked.
"Yup. He made a deal with him. He told him he'll go with him to New York if he leaves us all alone. Then he told him to pick him up at four in the morning."
Fuck.
Just as Wyatt had said.
A part of me hated that Wyatt had been right. But a bigger part of me was glad I'd been wrong.
So terribly wrong.
"What do I do? Fuck!"
"Hang on," Slade said. "I'll get a ping off his location and see what's going on."
"His phone is switched off."
Slade snorted.
"Yeah, that means nothing. Unless you take your SIM card out of your phone I can still find you."
"Shit. Really?"
Slade hummed and typed some more.
"They're on the mainland, on Route 6 heading northwest."
"They’ve got a headstart. Fuck!” I spat.
"Looks like it. But I'll get a team together and we can intercept?—"
"No. I need to get to him," I said. "That bastard hurt Zach for far too long. I need to find him. I need tosaveZach."
"And you will. But we can help. You don't know what you're dealing with and what he?—"
"Slade, stop. I don't need Wyatt's team to the rescue. The only thing I need is his location. I can take care of everything else myself."
Slade tried to argue with me again, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't going to take it. Wyatt had already done enough. He might have nothing to do with what had happened to Zach in the past or the fact Victor had found him, but he had started a war with the syndicate on the island. And he'd put so many of us in danger by doing so.
I needed to be the one to do this. To find Zach. To save him from Victor and his abuse and to put an end to Lombardi once and for all. No team to assemble, no help.
Or maybe a little help wouldn’t hurt. Especially if it slowed Lombardi down. Slade was more than happy to help with that and as he took care of things on his end, I ran out the door.
On my way to the bay, I called my contacts so that by the time I got there a boat was already waiting for me.
When I got to the mainland, my other contact would be waiting for me with a car. It was all going to be fine. I didn't need Wyatt. I could do this myself.
I jumped into the boat and split the sea in two trying to get to Zach. The sky roared and thunder echoed all the way into my bones.
"I'm coming Zach," I repeated out loud. “I’m coming. Just hang in there.”
THIRTY
ZACH
"Don't go anywhere." His dark gaze made my insides flare and my skin crawl.
