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Jonathan looks at me and then says to the group, “He’s not there. Jamison, do you still have tracking enabled on all our devices?”

Jamison doesn’t even look up; he’s already thumbing through screens on his phone. “Give me a minute,” he says. “Just getting his location.”

“Wait,” Kaz suddenly speaks up. “Do you trackmyphone too?”

“You have access to Bolt resources; therefore, you need to be traceable,” Jamison says calmly.

“You told me I had to use this phone so my email was encrypted, not so you could track me down at all hours of the day,” Kaz says incredulously.

“Kaz,” Sebastian interjects, “it’s for everyone’s safety. I’m sorry you weren’t more aware. Let’s move on. What are you getting, Jamison?” Sebastian slides Riley off his lap so he can move to stand next to Jamison.

“No wonder he always ‘runs into me’ on the weekends,” Kaz says under her breath to Riley. I would typically share a laugh with Xavier over this exchange because it’s painfully apparent that there’s some freaky shit happening between the twins andKaz. Still, I can’t manage any humor because either Xavier has been kidnapped, he’s overdosed on pills, or he’s chosen to run away from me because we have a matching butterfly tattoo—all not great options.

“I got it,” Jamison says, standing as he swipes on his phone. “It’s showing that Xavier’s moving now. It looks like he’s north of the city. Let’s go.”

The six of us pile out of the club, and within minutes, Sebastian’s driver is in front with a van.

“Seriously?” I ask. “You just can make vehicles appear?”

Sebastian just smirked, then gestured for me to get in. I will never admit to loving the lifestyle of this crew, but it sure does make it convenient when you need a ride somewhere fast.

“Where is he now?” Jonathan asks his brother, climbing in the captain’s chair left open in the front row of the van next to me.

“Looks like there's a Motel off the Mountain in some backwoods area about twenty miles north.”

“Why would he be there?” Riley asks, looking at Sebastian, who’s now in the front seat, having asked his driver to find a way home.

“It’s not by choice, Little Mouse,” Sebastian says. “I’m guessing whoever tried to kill Xavier before is trying again.”

I gasp and reach for my sister’s hand from my chair behind her. “Go faster, Sebastian,” is all I can say.

Chapter 32

Xavier

I wake with a pounding headache. Something trickles down the side of my face, but when I try to wipe at it, I realize my wrists are bound to a chair. My anxiety peaks when I feel my legs also strapped. ‘What the fuck?’ I think to myself as my memory starts to surface.

So much is hitting me all at once, and I can’t grasp what is real and what isn’t. Am I dreaming? I can’t see a thing around me, but I know I’ve been strapped to a chair. Claustrophobia sets in. This has to be a fucking nightmare because this is most certainly not my kink.

“Where the fuck am I?” I yell out into the darkness. I’m suddenly sent spinning in a circle, and bright lights hit me from multiple directions. The fast movement, coupled with the lights, throws me over the edge, causing me to heave over the side of the chair. Bile mixed with Shirley Temple splatters on the floor, causing me to grimace. Then, I notice I have been strapped to an office chair with rolling wheels.

This fucking prick.

“Well, what the fuck do you want?” I grit out, carefully looking around the room. Brick walls surround me, with only one small window close to the ceiling. I can only tell because of the moonlight shining through it. I have to be in some sort of basement for sure.

Manic laughter erupts from a shadow in the corner. “It’s about time you wake up. I've been waiting forever to play with you.”

My head whips in the shadow’s direction. “Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I? And what the fuck do you want?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He says as he enters the light.

He’s big. I’m tall already, but this man is massive and built. If I had to guess, I would say he’s probably more significant than Sebastian. ‘Fuck.’ I think to myself.

“Clearly, Daddy never taught you any manners. Neither of them.”

“Fuck off!” I seethe. “You don’t know anything about me.”

He laughs again as he walks along my side before backhanding me. The chair I’m in is spinning again. My head hangs in my lap as I watch blood trickle down onto my pants. I’m stuck watching the blood drops fall as my chair back towards the middle of the room.

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