That being the case, I sank back down into my chair and nodded my thanks to the server who stopped to place our coffees in front of us.
"Okay, you better tell me what you know," I said.
Someone was going to fucking die over this. And it wasn't going to be me. I was, however, going to do a bunch of killing, but you probably figured that out already.
Buckle up, buttercup. This is where things get wild.
CHAPTER 20
SABLE
Silas and Conrad directed me into the back of another car that sat outside the front of the building. The vehicle was as dark and tinted as the one we'd taken up from Saltgrave, but wasn't the same make, model or even age.
This one smelled new. The interior clean, as if the vehicle was just picked up from the car dealer. Was the other one being scrubbed to get rid of the evidence I was in there? I supposed that was possible, but it wouldn't matter unless somebody was actually looking
Silas drove while Conrad sat in the back with me, making no attempt to hide the fact he had a gun.
Me too, buddy,I thought. They hadn't checked me for one. Presumably touching the merchandise was off the table. Or they were that certain I was helpless.
I could shoot them both at the next traffic light and run, but then what? As soon as my father found out, he'd have my guys killed.
That would have to be plan B. Now if I could just come up with plan A that would be great.
I drummed my fingers on my thigh and watched the city roll by.
Skyscrapers and familiar neighborhoods. People dressed in suits passing a group with a boho vibe. Restaurants selling every cuisine you could imagine. It was like the whole world gathered here in one city, celebrating being themselves. Living what I hoped were their best lives.
And me? This wasnotwhat I'd call my best life. This was the exact opposite.
"Where are we going?" I asked, ninety-nine percent sure they wouldn't tell me, or even acknowledge the question.
Conrad glanced at me but away again. Okay, I was wrong about him acknowledging it, but right about him not giving an answer.
"I hope you know where we're going," I said, directing that to Silas. "I have a feeling you'd be in trouble if you get us lost." My father and men like him didn't like to be kept waiting. Time was, after all, money.
"I'm not going to get us lost," Silas said over his shoulder. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it."
Didn't you just love it when people decide to take the condescending route? Ugh, It was the worst. Okay, second worst, because at least he wasn't mansplaining.
Yet.
"I am worried," I said. "The city is a big place. Have you ever been lost here? I have. I got off at the wrong station. I didn't realize it until I got up onto the street. I looked around but nothing was familiar. It was scary, you know?" I was babbling again, but it was a true story.
Surprisingly, neither of them responded, asking me to continue. I continued anyway.
"I went back down to the subway and got back on the train. I ended up at the right spot the second time, so I wasn't lost for toolong. Still, we can't drive the car down to the subway and get on a train, can we now?" I laughed.
"Quiet," Conrad snapped.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I talk a lot when I'm nervous. You two are making me very nervous."
"You sure you don't want to drive?" Silas asked.
"No, thank you," I replied as if he was addressing the question to me. "I don't actually have a license." I never needed one before. Not when trains, buses, and ride shares were a thing.
"If you drive, I can shut up that mouth of hers,” Silas said, rudely ignoring me.
"You're not going to fucking touch her," Conrad said.
