Page 118 of Believe it or Knot

“We’ll get her out,” Davis Werth says. “We happen to be pretty good at this shit, too.”

I look at him and can’t help but be skeptical. Everyone knows the Werth pack is a bunch of pretty boy billionaires. But then I guess I’m one to talk. But I know I’ve trained in fighting, specifically hand to hand combat. And I’m a crack shot. I do most of my own stunts in my movies. I know I can do this.

I’m not sure that they can.

“Look, I don’t want to be a dick,” Jackson says as a sure precursor to something dickish. “But all of you fucked over Sorrel. Even you, Gage. All of you hurt her. I know you regret that now, but we have to think about what’s best for her. Not for you.”

“What’s best for her is for me to be on the team that saves her,” Gage grits out through his teeth.

“Is it?” Swift asks, casually flipping a knife in the air. “Here’s the thing, you didn’t see her, our little lavender. You didn’t see her pain, the aftermath of what you assholes did. We saw, and we took note.”

“We will not let you hurt her like that again,” Luca says, meeting his brother’s eyes. “Take the information, release it to the media. Split Apex’s attention. That’s what you can do to help. When we find her, we’ll let you know. If she wants to see you-”

“You’ll let us know,” Gray says, sounding defeated.

I shake my head, ready to deny the request, sure that my pack will fight more. Sorrel needs us. But even Gage looks defeated.

I’m outnumbered.

My girl is currently experiencing a trauma, on the heels of not just one heartbreak but two, and none of us are going to be there.

I just hope she can forgive us for this, along with everything else.

Track 28: Run Away Girl

The men that come from us aren’t wearing masks. Which is a terrible sign. They don’t care if we see their faces, don’t care if we can recognize them. It means they’re sure we’re never getting away.

We’re dragged out of the cement room, up a flight of stairs and out of an abandoned house. I catch sight of a lot of trees and look around frantically, desperate to see if I recognize the place, which is ridiculous because it’s dark and what am I going to do if I do recognize it?

Nothing.

They put Vee into the back of a black van first, laying her down on the ridged floor, then me, then Sadie, so we’re packed in like sardines.

“I’m sorry,” I say as soon as the door closes behind us. The words have been on the tip of my tongue since both of them were carried into that dank little basement room.

Sylvie rolls her head in my direction, brows pinched together. “What are you apologizing for?”

I shake my head and flex my fingers, trying to loosen the ropes. “You were taken because of me.”

“Uh, how do you figure that?” Sadie asks from my other side.

“You were only in Lake Kilrose without your packs and guards because of me. If I’d-”

“If you’d what? Not had your heart broken this wouldn’t have happened?” Sylvie cuts in, voice harsher than I’ve ever heard it. “That’s a load of bullshit.”

Sadie nods. “They were waiting for their moment. It would have happened with or without you needing us. Also, if you think for one minute we were without guards, you are dead wrong.” Sadie rolls her eyes. “Maddox would never let me out of the penthouse without someone watching out for me.”

I frown. “But I never saw anyone.”

Her shoulders move in what I suspect is a shrug. “They’re good at their jobs. I don’t particularly like being followed around by big hulking alphas, so they learned to blend in.”

“If anything,” Sylvie adds, rolling closer to us. “We should apologize to you. You’re only here because of us.”

It’s stupid for that statement to hurt, but on the heels of my heartbreak, it does. Because I’m still an emotional wreck. It’s like she’s saying I’m only important in the world because of my friendship with them. No one would want me for any other reason.

See. Ridiculous.

Now is really not the time to dwell on those kinds of thoughts.

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