Page 60 of Saviour

“What?” Dax questions and I know the thought of seeing King again will blind Dax a little.

“Someone has spotted him. I have an address here. He’s waiting for you.”

I hear Dax rush forward and what I assume is him grabbing the piece of paper out of Carlo’s hands.

“Let me get Rori. I’m taking her with me,” he puffs out and that’s when the first tear falls from my eyes.

“Son, there’s something else,” Carlo starts and I ball my hands into fists.

“It’s Rori. She’s gone, too.”

The silence is deafening and I can hear Dax’s thoughts from here. He knows I wouldn’t run, right? We’ve come so much further than that, even if it’s all I’ve ever done in the past.

“You’re a liar,” Dax huffs and I start to shake in the chair, trying to make any sound at all to alert him that I’m here.

“She was on her way back from the gym when she heard the call I got about King’s sighting. I caught her listening at the door, her face pale. I figured she was panicking about King returning home. She just ran out the door, son. I’m sorry.”

No, he wouldn’t believe this. We know King is locked up. Why is he spewing bullshit about him being found? Dax would never go along with this.

I hear him shuffle and run, straight past the study, heading to where the gym is. Carlo doesn’t come back in and I have to endure the silence as I wait for Dax to find me.

Only he never does.

“Fuck!” I hear him shout and Carlo hums in agreement.

“I’m going to find her and I’ll bring back King,” Dax puffs out and within the next few seconds, I hear the front door close behind him and the engine of a car starting up.

After a painful few minutes where I listened to Dax’s car drive away down the gravel path, Carlo comes back into the room with a smug smile gracing his face.

I glare at him and flinch when his fingers pick at the edge of the duct tape. He rips it off, leaving my cheeks stinging and red and even though I can’t stop the tears pooling in my eyes, I don’t make a sound.

He strokes his fingers down my cheeks and I pull my head back.

“Get off me,” I hiss, furious that whatever trick Carlo has planned, Dax has fallen right into it.

“You think I’m lying about King.” He doesn’t say it as a question, more of a statement.

“I know you are.”

“And why is that?” He raises a brow.

“For starters, you fucking tied me up and lied aboutme. If that wasn’t obvious enough, why would you just let King go? After almost a year, you’d just let him out of that bloody prison. For what? I know you’re lying and whatever game you’re playing with Dax, it’s—”

“How do you know he’s in a prison, Aurora?” Carlo says quietly.

I falter, pause, and panic.Fuck.

“See, I knew you were lying when you told me Dax had no idea. How did you find out, though, hmm? Because for the life of me, even I can’t figure it out.”

I stay silent. I hate myself for slipping up, but Carlo isn’t a stupid man. He would’ve known for a while and was biding his time until he came up with the best plan.

Fucking mafia bosses.

“Although I suppose I have to give you some credit. Even knowing where he is, Dax still didn’t do much about it. Your distraction worked a little bit.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, balling my hands into fists, ready to beat the ever-loving shit out of him even though I’m tied to a chair. “Where have you sent Dax?”

“Just on a wild goose chase. But don’t worry, he’ll be back. Except you won’t be here.”

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