Page 62 of No Mercy
I don’t give up as I push myself further towards the back of the warehouse. Shining my torch, I find a dark stain in the far corner. My heart leaps into my chest at the possibility of her being here as I run towards it.
“Fuck!” I shout as I run my fingers over it. It’s dry and old… too old to be from her.
Slamming my fist against the floor, I collapse beside it as time slips away from me.
My phone buzzes on the floor next to me and I snatch it up, praying for good news.
Flynn: Nothing here, heading to the third location now.
I grip the phone in my hand as I stand, running back towards my bike.
“I’m coming Eva” I whisper, the words a promise and a prayer.
As I round the final corner to my bike, flash lights appear from the other side.
“Hey you! Stop, this is private property!” A voice shouts, but I don’t listen as I jump onto my bike. Pulling my helmet on, I turn the throttle causing the rear wheel to spin as I turn around, leaving the voices to disappear in the distance.
I race back down the empty streets, determined to get to her faster knowing my brothers will be arriving there any second.
Suddenly my phone buzzes in my pocket as I exit the freeway, the vibration sending a jolt through me. I hit the comms button on the side of the helmet, waiting to see who is on the other end, “Talk to me,” I bark, trying to shout over the wind.
My stomach sinks as Carter's voice sounds through the headset, “We found her,” he tells me, his voice tight.
My heart jumps, hope sparking for the briefest second. “Where?”
“The terminal entrance, she was right there as soon as we turned in, Flynn and Gunnar are with her now, but-“ He cuts off, unable to carry on.
“But what?” I shout, needing to hear what he had to say.
“It’s bad, Axel. She’s unconscious. There’s a lot of blood.”
The words hit me like a punch to the guy, knocking the air from my lungs as I lose control over the bike briefly.
“She’s alive,” Carter adds quickly, as if sensing my panic. “But she needs help. Now.”
“Stay with her,” I growl, the words coming out sharper than I intended, “I’m a few minutes away.”
I swiftly end the call and lean into the bike as I push it to its limit.
Hold on Eva, I’m on my way.
She’s alive. That’s all that matters right now. The bastards who did this to her will pay, but first, I need to get her to help.
I turn the final corner, seeing the terminal entrance coming into view, wasting no time. I push the kickstand down, leaving the engine running as I spot my brothers surrounding her, like they’re shielding her from the world. ??I sprint toward them, my boots pounding against the gravel as I race towards them. Flynn looks up as I approach, his face pale and grim, but he doesn’t move fast enough.
“Move!” I snarl, shoving him out of the way with enough force to send him stumbling backwards. I don’t turn to see if he is okay as the sight of her motionless on the ground sends a fresh wave of horror through me.
She’s lying on the cold, hard ground, her skin pale against the blood smeared across her face and arms. Cuts cover her arms, and her clothes are torn, soaked with blood. She looks so fragile. My knees hit the ground before I kneel beside her.
“Eva,” I whisper, my voice cracking, barely audible. My hands hover over her, unsure where to touch without causing her more pain, there’s so much blood to the point I can’t pinpoint where her injuries are.
I sit here, waiting and hoping for a response, even a small whimper but the only reassurance I get, is the rise of her chest as she breathes slowly.
Flynn kneels beside me, his tone urgent but calm. “She’s breathing, Axel. Barely, but she’s holding on.”
I lean closer, being careful of my movements as I stroke a piece of her hair away from her face. Her skin is cold and pale,confirming Flynns words. Bruises are starting to form across her jaw as droplets of blood appear on her lips.
“You didn’t deserve this,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Eva. I should’ve been there.”
