Hearing the old nickname Theo conjured for Dom when they were kids has something bittersweet passing behind my travel companion’s eyes. He blinks quickly, hiding his surprise behind an austere mask. “What are you doing here?”
“On my way home to you,” Theodore says, his voice low.
I glance between them, unsure of what to make of this reunion. These two have been inseparable since they were kids,and one little slip caused them to split for a year. It’s something I’ve been piecing together in my own time.
But a puzzle I don't have the time to solve.
“Do you know anything about Logan Hughes?” I ask Theo, breaking their staring match.
He shrugs. “I know where his old man’s territory begins. I may have been enemy number one not long ago.”
“Good. You’re coming with us.” I decide.
He smirks, his charming features twisting into that usual amusement that seems to come naturally to him. “An opportunity to fuck up Logan Hughes? I’m down.” He walks over to Dom, taking the cigarette from between my travel companion’s teeth before sealing his lips around the dub. He produces a lighter from his pocket, cupping a hand around his mouth as he lights it. He takes a long drag, staring at his childhood best friend before placing the light cig back in Dom’s mouth. I don't miss the way Theo’s fingers dust over his friend’s jaw. “Let’s get going.”
I stalk out of the bar, leaving them to whatever moment they seem to be having. I don't have time for their antics.
Not when Addison is counting on me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Addison
I groan, my eyes slowly blinking open into a dark room. The memories of what happened are murky, but bits and pieces assault me as my body adjusts to being drugged a second time.
I was searching for the file to give Alana when I heard something strange coming from one of the guest bedrooms. Thinking it was Rowan returning to come searching for me, I waited for him to find me.
Only, it wasn't him.
A tall, dark shadow dressed in all black lingered in the doorway, staring at me.
I remember fighting. I knocked everything off the desk in an attempt to get away from the man picking me up with strong arms wrapped around my torso. I kicked and thrashed wildly, eliciting a growl from the perpetrator, before something sharp stabbed my thigh, and I became too weak to move.
My last memories are of Rowan—begging and pleading for him to find me.
From there, everything goes dark.
I remember a bar, and some big dude with blonde hair trying to pry me from my captor, but I was too out of it to do anything while my kidnapper handled me like a ragdoll.
I’m in danger.
My mind races too quickly for my sluggish movements. The drug is wearing off slowly, but my brain is shunted into panic as I try to sit up in the bed I'm in. I feel weak, but it doesn't stop me as I take in my surroundings.
I'm in a room, but I know it isn't Rowan’s. The bed is smaller, and the fireplace I've come to cherish is missing. It’s pretty standard, with a massive wooden dresser stretching along the opposite wall and a tall window next to the end table beside me. There’s a gun cabinet made of dark wood and stocked with shotguns and rifles to the far left of me.
Even the sheets covering me are different. They’re white and neatly tucked around me. Something that makes my panic rev even higher as I attempt to throw my legs around. I mentally curse my clumsy movements, the last dregs of the drug slowly dissipating from my veins as I force myself to stand on shaky limbs. The cold floor beneath my feet causes my teeth to chatter as I shuffle forward. I’m still dressed in the tights and t-shirt I was wearing when I was taken, and the chill in the air causes goosebumps to peddle along my arms.
The bedroom door is closed, and I pray it’s unlocked. I have no idea what scene I’m about to open it to, so I mentally prepare myself for anything.
There could be a gun-wielding psychopath on the other side.
Oh, god.
I don't even know where I am.
My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest as I grip the door’s handle. I turn it, the breath skating from my lungs when it gives and creeps open.
I’m in a cabin.
