59. Orion
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
ORION
I ’m losing my ever-loving mind, my hands slamming against the steering wheel so hard my bones ache.
But I need to feel something other than pure fear.
We lost the van in traffic, and even with Max and our hacker tracking them on the traffic cameras, they disappeared.
I lost her. Again.
Darius and Elsie sit beside me, but to her credit, she doesn’t flinch once as I use the steering wheel as my own personal punching bag.
“Orion,” he says softly. “You need to get it together.”
I growl, the sound barely human, before my hand comes down on the unsuspecting leather again.
He sighs, and he goes quiet for a few seconds before a phone is thrust in my face, and Killian and Max are staring back at me.
“Knock that shit off, O,” Killian snaps. “Ember is relying on you. She needs you. And you’re giving up on her.”
“I am not,” I roar.
“You are,” Max adds. “You’re losing your shit when you should be working on a solution to find her.”
“She’s gone.” My voice cracks, and I don’t bother trying to steel myself.
God, how am I ever going to forgive myself for letting her slip through my fingers?
I never should have let her out of the penthouse. At least there she was safe. At least there nothing could hurt her, and I always knew where she was.
Five days of not knowing, of wondering, of waiting, is driving me to the brink of insanity.
“We’ll get her back,” Killian says. “But we can’t do that if you’re beating up your steering wheel. Save that for Lucas. He deserves every single bit of your anger.”
I sigh and drop my head back against the headrest. “Okay.”
“Now, we have a lead,” Max tells me.
I stare at the screen, waiting for more information, but he seems hesitant to provide it, setting off alarm bells in my mind.
“Remember what we said about holding onto your anger for Lucas? Keep that in mind.” His eyes flicker to something beside him, and he swallows heavily.
“We managed to get a lock on the activity of one of Lucas’s phones.
The idiot doesn’t use burners for everything, so our hacker was able to get his call and text logs from his phone provider.
” He hesitates. “He called a marriage officiant. We hacked his online calendar and found he’s been booked in for this afternoon. ”
A roar of anger tears from my throat, my entire body vibrating with pure, unadulterated anger.
“Orion!” Killian snaps. “You’re holding onto the wrong piece of information. We hacked the calendar. We know where they’re going to be.”
“There’s still a chance,” I whisper.
Max nods. “We’re going to bring her home. I know it.”
I press my eyes closed to force the emotions back in the box they belong in.
God, if Ember thought I was overbearing before, she has no idea what she’s in for once she’s home, where she belongs.