Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Emily

Hana’s phone kept going straight to voicemail. Did she block me? I didn’t want to bother her but I did want to apologize. I wanted to support Hana’s decisions, no matter how outrageous they were. I just didn’t want her to get hurt.

And fucking Adam—he seemed so unfazed by all of this. Did I even know my own boyfriend, the man I was living with?

As I paced our living room, trying to call Hana for the 175th time, my phone rang with a call from Billie.

“Billie?” I answered, looking in the mirror at my confused face.

“Em, Hana’s in trouble,” she started. Oh fuck. “Apparently Michael has taken her. Can you fucking believe this is happening again? What the fuck is wrong with these men she gets involved with?”

I immediately started to sob. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, more to myself than Billie. I didn’t know if my heart could take any more of this.

“Who told you this? Jack?” I inquired, grabbing my coat to head out into the city, unsure of where I was going.

“Yeah. I guess my fucking roommate, Jackie, is Michael’s ex. She helped him take her. I could fucking kill both of them myself.” Her voice cracked.

“I’m coming over. Are you home?” I quickly walked down the stairs of my apartment building.

“Not yet. I’m on my way, though.”

“I’ll see you there.” I hung up and dialed Jack.

He answered right away. “Emily. Good timing.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I yelled into my phone.

“Michael took Hana. Again! I have no fucking idea where they are. However, my new friend Jackie and I are headed to the police station. Fancy meeting us there?” He seemed so calm.

“Um, yeah. How would I help?”

I had little faith in the police. They were fucking useless before.

“You can tell them what he did to her before. What she told you. Of course, leave out anything that puts me in a bad light.” He laughed nervously.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

I didn’t know why I agreed, or why I let Jack off the hook. Maybe because I was desperate to make sure Hana would get home safely, and if talking to the police and working with Jack helped, I’d do it.

“We should get Hana’s parents involved. The police listen to rich people. Once we find Hana, Uncle Dan will have him in prison for fucking life.”

I tried to think of all the resources I could provide and sometimes having money like our family did could get things done very quickly.

“Okay, you’re right. Thank you, Emily. Meet us at the station—90th Precinct. ” He sounded relieved.

“Okay.” I nodded. “I’ll see you there.”

I texted Billie to give her an update as I hailed a cab.