Myles stands from where he’s perched on the bar stool, closing the space until he reaches me. “So, come on, man. What’s going on? Where’s Kaia?”
I rake my hands through my hair. “He has her. He fucking has her! I know it.”
Myles frowns. “Who has her?”
“Curt Naylor.” His name leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I almost want to vomit from hearing it out loud.
“Who?”
“Curt Naylor? Are you serious?” Drew asks.
My eyes dart to Drew. “You know him?”
“Not personally, but I heard my uncle mention him. They shared a cell for a few years. They were friends,” Drew informs us. “What’s he doing out?”
“No clue. He got out a couple of months ago. He was sending Kaia messages to scare her when we were together. Iwent to the prison to confront him and found out he’d been released.”
“Okay, I’m totally lost. Who’s Curt Naylor?” Sof asks.
“Murderer. Abuser. Rapist. Take your pick,” Drew adds.
“Jesus…” Alex breathes out.
Cru pulls out his laptop and begins tapping away.
“What does he want with you?” Myles asks.
“He was my cellmate for the first few months when I was banged up. He’s a nasty piece of shit and we didn’t exactly see eye to eye. Let’s just say he holds a grudge.” That’s the understatement of the century. “He was also the guy who ran us off the road yesterday.”
“The fuck?” Jett exclaims. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Had my reasons.”
“What the fuck doesthatmean?”
“Jett, not now,” Myles intervenes, turning his attention back to me. “What makes you think he has Kaia?”
I glance across at Sofia.
“She texted me last night to say she was staying with Killian, but according to him, she was never there,” she explains.
“You tried calling her?” Drew asks.
I shoot him a look. “No, dipshit, I thought that might be too fucking easy so I sent her a note via carrier pigeon instead. ‘Course Ifuckingcalled her! She didn’t pick up.”
“He’s just trying to help brother,” Alex defends.
“Then tell him to stop asking stupid fucking questions,” I snap, instantly regretting it. Drew’s a good kid, I shouldn’t be taking shit out on him.
I need to direct my anger somewhere, anywhere because I’m a loose cannon right now ready to blow. My mind spiralling with dark thoughts. I’m physically vibrating withrage, my mind playing over every single thing Naylor could do her. He might not be able to rape her, but that’s not the only way he can hurt her. He’s sick and creative.
My fist finds the wall. I hit it with enough force it punches a hole in the plasterboard, bits of wallpaper and plaster crumbling at my feet. Wallpaper that’s only been up for a matter of weeks but I don’t care.
I glance down at my knuckles as they turn red, the pain doing little to ease the anger inside me.
“I fucking knew it!” Cru shouts, everyone’s heads turning to him. “I knew I recognised Naylor’s name. Watson helped release him from prison.”
My head snaps up. “What?”
