Page 84 of Surrender

"It's my turn now?" Harrison asks, reading the caption.

"What is with her hands? That's not the way you lay with a lover. And she's still partially clothed. This just doesn't make sense. I've seen the way she looks at you. That woman loves you more than life. She would die before hurting you," she says.

"Her hands?"

I hadn't noticed anything about her hands. I closed the picture quickly to avoid the hurt.

Cas hands me my phone again and then I notice her hands. Her right one is on Volkov's chest, but in a thumb's up configuration. Her left hand is wedged between her body and his and only half of it is visible but it's flat, the fingers tight together.

Oh my god.

It's ASL forhelp.

If her hands were together, it would be asking for help.

"She's in trouble. She's signing for help. He's taken her."

Fear chills my veins as panic replaces pain.

Three sets of wide eyes take in my panic before Harrison curses a quietfuck. She may be the love of my life, but she's also their friend, and they've adopted her as a member of The Envelope family just as much as Cas. My heart belongs to her, but she belongs to all of us.

Cas turns, immediately on the phone with someone. I scroll through my contacts, looking for Rico. I'd considered the police officer that Ser talked to, but I don't remember his name.

Daniel grabs Anderson as he exits and tells him she's been taken, and we need to postpone the trial until she can be found. With a tight nod, our lawyer spins on his heel and heads back into the courtroom.

"Bueno?"

"Jefe, I need some help. Now. My woman's been taken."

"The one you had us look into?"

"Yes. And we know who took her," I say in a rush, heading towards the exit. I wave an impatient hand at Cas, who I'm assuming is on the phone getting Volkov's address.

"Would he take her to his place?" Daniel asks from beside me.

"The bed in the picture looked fancy enough to be his. It's the only lead we have right now. We can at least start there."

"How many?" Rico this time.

I run my hand through my hair. "Fuck. I don't know. Three? Four? Everyone?"

Joseph startles as he sees us rush out in a clear panic.

"1155 23rd St., Northwest. Penthouse," Cas says and I repeat the order to Joseph and Rico simultaneously.

Cas piles in behind me but Daniel and Harrison go to their car and relay the address.

Sixteen agonizing minutes later, we pull up in front of the high-rise. I'm out of the car before it's even stopped, running into the newer building.

I rush to the front desk.

"Penthouse. I need Penthouse. Now!" I shout at the older, kind looking black man working there.

"I'm sorry sir, only those with the Penthouse card can use the personal elevator. Are you on Mr. Volkov's guest list?"

"Fuck no. Of course I'm not. But did you see him walk in earlier with a beautiful young girl? He's kidnapped her."

The man behind the desk looks like he's heard all of the excuses and seen all the things because he patiently shakes his head. It's not condescending, he does it in a way that's actually quite kind, but I still want to rip his head off.

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