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“You stick to the story. The evidence is destroyed. There is nothin’ tying anyone to that day. Without evidence, they have no reason to believe anything else happened.”

“What if Ethan had more...”

“He didn’t,” Fury tells me, his voice calm as he holds my worried gaze. “If he did, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did.”

He’s right.

I know he’s right.

That doesn’t take away the fear that something will happen.

I just have to trust that the club will protect me, that Fury will protect me.

I have no other option.

EVERYTHING GOES TO plan.

Marek agrees to meet Western at an arranged meeting point.

We know for certain he won’t come alone, and he’s smart enough to know Western won’t, either.

For that reason, he thinks the club will otherwise be occupied.

He has no idea that while he’s doing that, we’re sneaking into his little circus.

It takes more than a little time for me to recall the roads I turned down when I escaped, but I do remember the town I went to, not to mention a sign saying how far away it was. It wasn’t much past that sign where I turned onto the main road, from the little dirt road. We go over the map, and there is only one small road that runs off the main one, so we have to assume that’s it.

A few hours before Western is due to meet Marek, we leave.

We want to make sure we’re as close as possible when Marek leaves, to give us more time. Considering it’s a few hours’ worth of driving, we would rather not run the risk of running out of time. Fury isn’t thrilled with the plan, but he isn’t leaving my side. We bring all the tools we’ll need to cut the fence, and then we dress in dark clothing and begin our journey.

Western organized Marek to meet him in the evening, smart really. He wanted to make sure it was dark when we went in.

The road I guessed is correct, and as we slowly move down it, we can see the lights coming from the tents in the distance. I tell Fury that we need to go off-road a little, to go around the back, and we have to walk a fair distance, so they don’t see our headlights. We find a safe place to park the truck, and then, loaded with everything we need, we get out. Nobody talks much as we trek through the woods to get closer to the camp, we’re all on edge, concerned that this will go wrong.

By the time we arrive at the grounds, it’s incredibly quiet.

There are no guards anywhere but at the front, and the caravans are mostly dark, like everyone has left. Marek certainly didn’t leave without a shitload of men. We didn’t expect he would, which is why this plan should work. He never goes anywhere without a back-up, and we were counting on it.

Finding a spot that is in the darkest part of the lot, we begin quietly cutting the fence. Fury works effortlessly, making it look a lot easier than it did when I did it. Mind you, I had some scissors and a wrench. Once he cuts a hole big enough, we move in. Sliding beneath the fence, I point quietly to where we need to go. Using the caravans as coverage, we slink towards the tent where the cages are.

I know for certain a guard will be in front of them, so we have to go under the back like I did last time.

Fury also makes that job look a lot easier, lifting the tent with ease, so we can slide beneath it.

The moment we’re in, we do a brief look around before turning on the flashlight on a phone. We need some light for the photos, but we certainly do not want to alarm the guards at the front. Dropping low, I crawl towards Ellie’s cage, praying she’s there. The moment I stop in front of it, and see her with her fingers through the cage, watching me, my heart explodes.

“Alexis,” she gasps, “what are you doing here?”

“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m here to bring Marek down.”

I give her a very brief rundown of my plan, and her eyes widen.

“You’re a genius.” She breathes.

Her eyes move to Fury and Bonnie, who are by my side now.

“We could get her out,” Bonnie says, her eyes darting to mine.

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