Page 21 of Beautifully Ruined
“You were in there a long ass time. Cade’s been missing now almost twenty-four hours.”
“Twenty-f…I’m tired, I haven’t slept. I’m in shock, but…she was here, we talked.”
Cade reaches for my hand. “I know this is hard, but we have to go. We’ll work it out. who the girl is. You said eight months…?”
“She asked the date, and she said eight months, that she remembered the day she was taken.”
“That’s something to go on. But Enzo’s right. He’s being a dick?—”
“Hey!”
“—But he’s right. We have to go.”
I nod. I hate it, but he’s right.
We start out when something catches my eye.
I scoop it up. A hairclip. I shove it in my pocket.
It’s smooth, cool in my pocket, metal, I think, as it warms rapidly under my touch.
The clip is proof I didn’t make up the girl.
She was here.
For some reason, they took her from her cell just after they took me from mine. It’s the only thing I can think of, and maybe that’s why she got more incoherent after they gave us water and food. She got drugged for her change of scenery. I don’t know.
But yes, she really was here.
And I’m going to do everything in my power to find her.
Chapter Five
CADE
At least theVerrazzano Narrows Bridge isn’t bumper to bumper when we take the turn off to Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.
The car is silent for the drive, and Vi sits in the seat behind me, eyes closed body stiff.
I leave her be.
Unlike Enzo, I believe her about the girl. And I actually think he believes her, too.
It wasn’t about that. It was about survival, getting the fuck out and if Enzo’d had his way, he’d have steamrollered Vi out of there.
Not out of cold-hearted crap, but because it was the smart thing to do.
He’s right about my cock, though. It is causing trouble.
But the thing is, I’m better at controlling lust and that kind of need than him.
This isn’t a one-organ issue.
My heart had a lot more to say than my dick.
It still does.
And I’m aware it’s a problem.
