Page 103 of Lawless

Pushing to stand, the chair behind me topples over and crashes to the floor as I stand there barely able to catch my breath.

No fucking wonder he didn’t tell me this when I first woke up.

Reid holds my glare strong as I stare at him.

“If he has hurt her in any fucking way, I will never forgive you for his,” I warn, my voice so broken and full of pain, it barely sounds like it belongs to me.

“J,” Ez soothes, “we’re doing everything we can here. Reid didn’t anticipate—”

“I don’t give a shit,” I roar. “He should have considered this was a possibility and locked them back up downstairs or something. I need her, Ez,” I plead desperately before turning to look back at Reid. “I fucking need her and they have her.”

No one replies, but their sympathy is palpable.

It’s just a shame they don’t understand. Not really.

Yes, Reid might want her. But it’s not the same.

And Ez. He has no clue about what me and my little dove had—have. How could he?

I’m at the door when Reid’s cell starts buzzing on his desk, and my steps falter.

“Yes,” he barks the second it connects.

My heart pounds as I wait for something. Anything to give me a little hope that all of this wasn’t for fucking nothing.

That once again, Alana has fallen into the clutches of men who want nothing more than to hurt her.

“Yeah. Got it. We’re on our way.”

Spinning around, I find that he’s already hung up and pulling guns from his drawers.

“Reid?” I whisper.

He pauses. “Aubrey found them.”

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REID

My cell buzzes in my pocket as I tuck a gun into my pants. But before I grab it, I pass another to Ez along with a knife.

“Where the fuck is mine?” JD whines from his position in the doorway.

“Don’t do this,” I warn, slipping my own knife into my boot.

A bitter laugh spills from JD’s lips as he stares at me in disbelief.

“You are not leaving me here. That is not fucking happening.”

My eyes drop to the bandage on his wrist and my insides knot up.

He’s not ready for this. Not strong enough to deal with whatever we find at the location that is sitting on my cell.

“We’ve no idea what we’re about to walk into. I’m not about to—”

“Fuck that, Reid. Fuck that. Alana is at the other end of this, that means I need to be there,” he argues.

“You’re not ready to fight.”

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