Page 61 of Entangled
“We’ve found her,” Finn said breathlessly as he made his way into the kitchen, panting for breath like he’d just ran a marathon.
“What the fuck are we waiting for?” I yelled, already grabbing my jacket and lacing up my shoes.
“Hold on there cowboy,” Finn said, raising his hand as if to tell me to stop. “You can’t go with us.”
“What the fuck do you mean I can’t go with you? She’s my…” I trailed off, not knowing what we were anymore. “Over my dead body are you going to get her without me.”
“Fine. But your dumbass is staying in the car before you get both of you killed.”
I rolled my eyes but reluctantly agreed and ran outside to jump into my brother’s SUV.
Don’t worry, baby. We’re coming.
I would tear apart every square inch of this world to find her, and nothing or no one would stand in my way.
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SOREN
Vanessa
8:00PM
I love you. I know that wasn’t easy. Text me when you get home!
9:07PM
Did you make it home okay? Haven’t heard from you, and want to make sure you’re okay.
11:23PM
Ok seriously, just let me know if there's a sign of life. If not, I’m raiding the liquor cabinet and making my way over to Kade’s.
2:54AM
Soren???
I could barely openmy eyes—the best I could do was form slits and even then I could barely see anything. My vision was blurry, and my head felt like someone had installed a jack hammer as it pounded incessantly.
It took me longer than it probably should have to realize I couldn’t move my arms, or my legs, and there was something over my mouth.
My eyes flew open as everything hit me, realization hitting me like a bucket of cold water. I tried to take in my surroundings, but the light was scarce. But from the pieces I could put together, I was in the same warehouse we had met for the exchange between Lilah and Matthias. Where they both had died. Who in their right mind would bring me here?
Then a wave full of agony filled memories all came floating back to me.
“Rise and shine, my dear,” a voice said from in front of me, and I realized someone had been standing in front of me this entire time. I’d been too focused on the rest of my surroundings and the fact that I was tied up to realize it.
Vincent?
My eyes widened in recognition, and Vince Peirano seemed to take that as a sign that I recognized who exactly he was.
“Surprise,” he chuckled, although he lacked any kind of humor.
I had so many questions, and so many things to shout at him, wanting to spit in his eye for producing such a foul human, but the tape currently covering my mouth made it hard. I tried to say something against the tape, but Vincent held his hand up, wordlessly telling me to not even waste my strength.
Even though by my estimate I hadn’t been kept by him for long, his men had already done a number on me. If the sudden chill on my back was anything to go by, he’d ordered my hair to be chopped off, leaving it in an uneven bob above my shoulders. I could feel bruises blossoming all over my body, and a split lip caused the coppery taste of blood to fill my mouth. The irony that his son gave me them so often wasn’t lost on me.
This was the first time that I could remember him coming here himself.
