Page 33 of Crave Me

“I came here as a courtesy. Your involvement with Elijah has been kept off King’s radar. Your trucks were used to abduct Sebastian Thorn and Caleb Rowland.”

He started. “What? Nah, that wasn’t part of the deal. He was using them to move some weapons from one of his warehouses.”

Interesting. The chief warehouse Dante and his team had been at, the one Elijah had blown up?

“Thorn and Rowland are his family.” I shoved the envelope into his hands. “And this is what King does to those who go after said family.”

He opened the envelope and pulled out the photos.

He might be a seasoned motorcycle club president, but even he couldn’t stomach the sight of them, the horror and fear flitting across his face making that clear. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I snatched the photos back, secured them in the envelope, then pocketed them. “Like I said, your unwitting involvement in all of this has been kept off King’s radar. But that can easily change.”

He glared at me, then scrubbed his hand over his beard. “Fuck. One fight and you keep this off King’s radar indefinitely.”

“Deal.”

We shook on it, then he pulled away and told me, “Follow me up to the clubhouse. What you need is in my office.”

Anticipation thrummed through me as we headed over to our bikes.

For the first time since they’d been taken from us, hope sparked.

We’ll find you. We’ll fucking find you.

9

~Sebastian~

Isolation.

That was their pedestrian tactic.

Well, clearly also to starve me, because it had been days since I’d last eaten a meal. Hell, anything. That also went for fluids.

At first the isolation had been getting to me.

The absolute silence.

It was one of the worst things for somebody like me, with my issues. It gave me too much time to think, for my mind to wander. Especially bad when I was also being weakened through being without any sort of nourishment.

All I’d been able to think about was Sky taking that hit back at the gas station.

Just before I’d been shoved into that van, I’d seen Damien lift her out of that place and gather her into his arms, her blood dripping down over his hands. That visual had tormented me over and over.

Until I’d managed to get a grip on my anxiety and employ the techniques my therapist had taught me to stop it from spiraling. Namely, for this particular situation, reassuring myself that, although he could be a fucking bastard, Damien was beyond capable. I strongly believed he would do everything he could to ensure her safety. In a large part to prove to me that he had my back now, but also because from the interactions Sky had shown me via those text messages, it was clear he actually cared about her too. Not that either of them would ever admit it to themselves, let alone each other. It didn’t matter—for now—it was still there. I also had faith in Cas. Once Damien had gotten her to safety, he would’ve stopped at nothing for her.

Just like he would’ve done for me.

That made it all the more worrying that so much time had passed and he still hadn’t come.

And that had led me to my other method of sublimating all the shit swirling around in my head and threatening to take me over and put me in a desperate headspace.

Keeping busy.

Currently, that meant working on getting the hell out of here.

The easiest—although, painful—part had been breaking out of the cuffs.

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