Page 83 of Law Of Love

If that was the case, I knew there was no way I was getting my girl back.

My throat tightened at the thought, my knuckles turning white. Pulling to a stop, I parked outside the hardware store where Hannah worked, storming in. “Hannah,” I demanded, and she turned to me with a tight jaw, her eyes dangerous.

“Excuse me,” she apologetically muttered to the customer she was dealing with before stalking over to me with her arms folded. “Yes, Kaleb?”

“Has Freya spoken to you?”

She dipped her chin. “She has.”

I arched my eyebrow, cursing under my breath. Hannah knew what I was asking, but it seemed she wanted to play games today.

“Do you know where she is?”

“I do,” she responded, fiddling with the hem of her work shirt in an attempt to appear unbothered by my invasive tone.

I clenched my fists, grinding my teeth together. “Alright, Hannah. Enough of that. I’m trying to help here. Where's Freya?”

“She’s fine. She’s at Ty’s.”

I froze, the sound of my blood rushing through my veins pounding in my ears. My jealousy spiked. “What?”

Hannah shrugged. “For a party.”

“Address?”

I was met with silence.

“Hannah, Freya has people after her. This isn’t about us as a couple. I’m trying to make sure she’s safe, and parties are a perfect setting to kidnap someone without being noticed.”

“She has her gun.”

“And you think one gun versus multiple men who have been trained to kill is going to cut it? That gun was given to her as a precaution. It’s a last resort.”

Rolling her shoulders uncomfortably, Hannah snuck a glance at her boss, who was eyeing her up suspiciously from across the store.

“Kaleb, I’m working our delivery tonight, so I’m in a bad mood. I really need—“

“All I need is the address, Hannah.” My tone was low, causing her to exhale deeply, and she reached into her pocket and scribbled on an old receipt.

“From what I can remember, that was it. But don’t even let her know you’re there. Check the party out and make sure it’s safe. That’s it. Don’t ruin it for her, Kaleb. She doesn’t want to speak to you right now.”

I nodded, exiting the store and hopping back into my Jeep, unfolding the receipt and staring at the paper with pinched brows.

A chill ran down my spine.

What the fuck?

There was no fucking way.

This was the address we had on file for Will.

Yanking my phone from my pocket, I dialled my chief’s number, his frustrated voice quiet on the other end.

“We need all available workers ready immediately,” I demanded as I hastily pulled my car out in front of an unsuspecting driver. “Will has Freya.”

Thirty-eight: Freya

The basement was bitter, and goosebumps developed on my bare arms as the frosty air pricked at my skin. Will’s grip was firm on my wrist, and although I pulled away from him multiple times, it only caused him to tighten his long fingers around me.

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