Fucking hours.
I was sick. My stomach felt upside down, my chest in a vice grip, my pulse and breath felt thready and shallow.
Because she was out there.
In the hands of a man who clearly had a plan for her.
“We’re gonna find her,” Velle said, sensing the anxiety swirling through my system. “And she’s smart and strong. If anyone out there could get out of those cuffs and fight, it’s her.”
I knew he was right.
But that didn’t mean she stood a chance against this guy, even with all her training.
He and I were almost equally matched. And he didn’t have some kind of vendetta against me.
“Finally,” Arty said, making all of us jump.
“You found him?” I asked.
“What? No. No, I found the camper.”
He zoomed in on the screen and, sure enough, there it was. Parked behind a house in an area about twenty minutes outside of Miami.
“Let’s go,” I said, already walking to the door.
I’d objected to someone treating me at first, but as the time dragged on and we all stood there doing nothing, Zayn had patched up my feet again, then worked on my face.
“You should—” Velle started.
“I have to go. I’m going batshit fucking crazy. I need something to do.”
“Alright,” Huck said. “Let’s roll out. You go with Zayn. Coast, Kylo, York, and I will take bikes. Everyone else hang here in case Arty finds anything new out.”
With that, we moved out of the cramped apartment and drove as a unit out of Miami and toward the ‘burbs where these guys were camping out.
It was the first bit of progress since the beginning of this shitstorm. I should have felt relief. All there was, though, were the knots twisting tighter in my stomach.
Zayn was just as silent as I was on the ride. At some point, Daniyal had appeared outside of Arty’s place. Zayn had gone out to speak to him, but hadn’t shared anything with us when he came back in. He hadn’t really said much since then. So I had no idea where his head was.
Eventually, we all parked down the road, not wanting to spook these guys if they were feeling especially paranoid after jacking our shipment.
Huck handed me a gun as he tucked his in his waistband.
Then we moved to the house.
Zayn and York went around the back.
The rest of us moved to the door.
I had no idea what method Huck was planning to use. Until he kicked in the fucking door.
Alright then.
I could get down with that method.
I lifted my gun as we rushed inside… to find four men sitting on an ancient floral couch, a bright green bong in the process of being passed from one long-haired guy to the next.
“Whoa!” they chorused.
