61. Crew
“How the fuck did they get them out without us seeing?” I bark.
It’s been over an hour since Bishop and Kaos went dark, and we’re no closer to finding them than we were when Kovu noticed the signals had disappeared from the screen.
No one responds to me because we have no fucking idea how this happened.
We brought in all our allies today, and yet somehow not one of them saw Davenport slip out of the warehouse with not one of us, but two.
And that’s not even considering how they physically got Kaos out. He’s fucking huge and not easy to move. I can say from experience after my brother died that when he got wasted to deal with the pain and passed out, it took all three of us to carry him, and even then, it was fucking hard.
Wyatt taps on a laptop in the van Kovu and I were stationed in when they went missing. His dirty blonde hair is messy from how many times he’s swiped his hands through it, and his deep-blue eyes grow more worried each time they flick toward me.
He owns the Scarlet Lounge, the club we use for our private meetings on neutral territory, and he also happens to be very fucking good at hacking. When we made the deal with him and his best friend Elias all those years ago, I never realized how useful they would both end up being and how many times the two of them would save our asses.
“I think they had a vehicle inside. All the cameras on the street behind the warehouse were conveniently disabled, but my first glimpse of them on a traffic cam a few blocks away is a car that wasn’t in the vicinity, according to all the guys we’ve spoken to.”
I sigh and rub my hand over my face. This isn’t the first time one of us has been taken hostage, and it probably won’t be the last, but there’s something that’s unsettling me, something I can’t quite put my finger on.
We still haven’t been able to confirm if Davenport knows we have Camilla, but assuming he does, we should have gotten a call from him by now about an exchange. There’s no way he could possibly know how deeply each of us has come to care for the woman he was supposed to marry, which is both a blessing and a curse. He’ll likely expect us to hand her over with no questions asked, but the thought of her in his hands, of her fire dimming as he forces it out of her…I fucking hate the idea, and an uneasy feeling grows in my stomach.
The back doors of the van tear open, and Kovu appears, anger radiating off him as he stomps up the step. He’s taking Bishop’s and Kaos’s disappearance personally because he was the one watching the trackers, but there was nothing he could have done. After this, we’re all getting trackers under our skin, I don’t give a fuck what they say. Now that they’ve cottoned on to the rings, we need a new place for them, and on our person is better than another piece of jewelry.
“Anything?” he rumbles.
Wyatt shrugs and reiterates what he’s just told me, adding that he’s continuing to track the car he believes they’re in.
“Fuck!” Kovu roars, but this time when he storms out of the van, he leaves everything in one piece. Something to be grateful for, I suppose.
Another hour passes, and every minute that goes by feels longer than the last.
Where the hell are they?
And why haven’t we heard from Davenport?
There’s no reason I can think of that he wouldn’t have called with demands by now, and that’s making me more anxious than I care to admit.
What if this isn’t about Camilla at all?
What if he’s planning to take us out one by one until there is no Syndicate to overthrow?
I’ve always been able to separate the business from the fact that the four of us are family, but the longer that goes by, the more worried I am about my son and nephew. They can hold their own, but they didn’t even get the chance to call for help before they were taken down, and considering their extensive training and experience, they’re not easy to knock out.
“What the fuck?” Wyatt murmurs, his fingers flying over the keyboard as his eyes flick across the other two laptops Elias brought in a while ago.
“What is it?” I ask.
His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and long before the words come out of his mouth, dread washes over me. “Is there any reason your security system at the compound would have chosen this exact moment to reboot?”
“Camilla,” I whisper, and before I’ve made the conscious decision, I’m out the back of the van, sprinting toward the car Kaos and Bishop arrived in.
I need to get home.
I need to make sure she’s okay.
Bishop and Kaos can hold their own, but I hate to think about what will happen if my little menace falls into Davenport’s grasp.