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“They will, and it’ll be hell. Be ready for that.”

“What do we do until then?”

“We try to stay calm. We do what we’re told to do for the most part. I refuse to fuck random strangers with or without the drugs. I might be a club whore, but I have standards,” she laughs a little. I smile back at her.

“I don’t plan on fucking anyone either. I think Free has ruined me for other men,” I admit to her. She laughs and pulls me into a hug.

“I think you’re probably right. I see how he watches you when you aren’t looking and the way he smiles at you. It’s so perfect, Addison. Has he told you how he feels?”

“Not really. He did say he couldn’t keep me, though,” I tell her.

“I think he’s going to change his mind after all this.”

“You think so? What if he doesn’t? What if he doesn’t realize it’s Jamie who has us? And what if he does realize it? It’s his brother. They seemed like they got along just fine.”

“Blood family can be deadlier than your enemies. Free knows that. And I’m sure he’ll handle things accordingly.”

“Are the other girls okay?”

“I don’t know. They threw them into rooms while you were down there.”

“God, I hate this. I hate it’s him doing this.”

Chapter 20

Free

The place was empty. No signs of the assholes who took Addison and the girls. They changed holding facilities. There were no signs they were ever there. I’m pissed. I’m beyond pissed.

My head keeps spinning but nothing good is coming from it. All I can think is if she was hurt during the shooting. Was she hit? Did they hurt her?

“This is completely fucked,” Mask roars as we stand in the old cell.

“Who the fuck you tellin’?” I ask him.

“They moved them. To where? Where the fuck would they take them to?”

“I don’t know, brother, but I wouldn’t think far. They have too many girls to move.”

“Where else is local? Where else can we hit?”

“The old hospital, but I don’t know how they’d hold them in there,” I say, thinking out loud.

“Let’s move on it. They are inventive motherfuckers, they could come up with somethin’.” I nod my head as we walk back out of the dingy cells and down the hall to the door, walking through multiple doors until we’re back outside, where some of the others wait. Mask shakes his head letting them know there was nothing here. Rage boils my blood. Rage at whoever took her. I’ll kill them. I’ll fucking kill them with my bare hands and not even blink or think twice about it.

We climb back on our bikes and pull out information once more, heading to the old hospital that’s right down the road. These traffickers are smart in the sense they know to move their locations multiple times to avoid anyone finding out they’re there.

We pull up at the hospital and nothing feels right. It feels wrong, like they aren’t here either, but we climb off our bikes, pull our guns, and head for the front door of the building.

We creep inside and down the long hallway until it branches off. Mask makes a motion for some of us to go down one hall while the others split up down the others.

We’re silent, or as silent as we can be, as our boots hit old materials and dirt on the floor. Slowly and carefully, we peek into each room just to come up empty.

This feels off. They aren’t here. I can’t give up hope, though. If she wasn’t here, where the hell would she be? Who would have her?

We keep moving down the length of the hall and check every single room before turning and walking back to the front of the building. I’m shaking from anger. I’m frustrated. I know wherever she is, she’s giving them hell, and I can’t help but crack a smile thinking about that.

“It’s all clear. They aren’t here.”

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