“Hello,” I rasp, praying this is some fucked-up ransome and that I can buy Aria’s safety.
“Hi this is Melanie calling from Florida Dentistry, is Aria available? I need to confirm her appointment.”
“No!” I roar loud enough to echo off the walls.
Disconnecting with a viscous stab, I try to remind myself to breathe.
You have to keep your head. Get your shit straight.
Aria’s counting on me.
I dial Beast’s number from memory.
“Calder here.”
I storm through the house, dragging on my clothes, shoving my feet in my boots as I yell into the phone. “It’s Scout. Someone has her.”
“Her? Aria her?”
“Yes. The truck’s gone too.”
“Are you sure she didn’t just?—”
I shove open the front door and storm into the darkness with a viscous pulse pounding through me. “Unless she drugged me and taped me to a chair…”
“Holy fuck. I’ll rally the team.”
“I’m going to the Russian team’s cabina.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
As I sprint up the hill toward the other lodging, I vent my fury. “Rory could be involved.”
“Justice told me. Wait on backup.”
I snort at that stupid request, “This is personal. There’s no way I’m waiting a single second.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Well this sucks. I pretend I’m still asleep as I stare at the man behind the wheel through slitted lashes. He’s unfamiliar, but I’m still a little woozy. My brain is by whatever drug this dickweed gave me.
Fortunately, my neck is propped in a position where I can at least see some of his shoulder and I don’t have to try to move my overly-heavy head.
He’s stinky. Sweat and alcohol are pumping out of his pores.
Scout wouldn’t like him sweating all over Agile’s nice truck.
Oh no.Scout, where are you?
He wouldn’t have let someone take me if he were physically able to stop them.
But maybe they drugged him too.
Please let him be okay.My chest squeezes painfully, twisting with emotion that’s bigger than anything I’ve felt.Please let him be okay.
He’ll come for me.
His team will too. They won’t let this man get away with this.Whatever this evil idiot has in mind.