Page 34 of No Escape

My heels dig into the carpet as I pivot, pacing back in the other direction.

There’s no telling what kinds of people got their hands on Saylor, and it terrifies me to the core.

I’ve seen how ugly humanity can be.

It’s why I don’t lose sleep at night for doing what needs to be done.

My hands might be stained in blood, but at least since moving to the private sector, I’m confident those kills were for people who deserved it.

If something happens to Saylor…

It’s like my brain can’t even fathom it.

She’s happy and tender and so fucking open with her emotions.

And you just walked away without a goodbye.

I bring my hand up, wiping my palm over my face.

It wasnecessary.

She was too fucking young for me and Leo to stick around with the level of compatibility there. It doesn’t mean I haven’t spent the last few years cursing fate for the way everything went down, but it’s one of those situations I’ll always be resentful about.

She’ll be twenty-one in a couple months—still too young for me—but I’ve come to terms with the fact I’m not an upstanding citizen.

Once we get that omega back, I’m never letting her out of my fucking sight.

Not ever again.

She’s too trusting, kind, and a bunch of other words that mean she needs someone truly monstrous watching her back. That way, she can continue to live in her happy little bubble while Leo and I decimate anything that could ever cause her harm.

* * *

My phone rings, and I cross the room, snatching it off the desk in the corner.

Easton’s name flashes on the screen, and I answer. “This is Shaw.”

“You sound distraught,” he says in his normal bored tone. “Take a deep breath. She was alive as of six hours ago, but you aren’t going to like the rest.”

Leo appears at my side, slamming his shoulder into mine.

I put the call on speakerphone.

“Details, Easton, now!” I growl, trying to shake away the haze that’s creeping up on the edge of my vision.

“Calder followed the car they stuffed her into until there were no traffic cams or feeds he could gain access to, but I wasn’t about to call you with only that information or lack thereof.” Easton sighs. “The vehicle was headed toward a small airport that I’m not going to attempt to pronounce, because I will butcher it. Calder spent the last few hours tracking flights and checking the area for the vehicle, but that type of thing takes time. One hour and forty-seven minutes ago, we intercepted a call to the Callahan house.”

“Get to the fucking point,” Leo snarls.

My eyes widen.

He sounds about as bad as I feel, but Easton is spiteful. It’s best not to piss him off when you need him because he will make you pay.

“I’m going to ignore that little outburst, considering the circumstances. Mrs. Callahan fielded a call that she chose not to disclose to her husband. She also failed to immediately make us aware of what transpired.” Easton’s voice becomes muffled, like he’s speaking to someone else in the room with him, and then he’s back. “I would play the call back for you, but it wouldn’t help anything. Keir,” he says, referencing his personal bodyguard and part of his family pack, “called back the number at my instruction. As I said, Saylor is alive, and she was in one piece as of five or six hours ago. She’s being held in a facility for rabid alphas that is apparently so well hidden, it doesn’t have a name outside ofThe Facility…”

He goes on as my blood runs cold.

I’ve heard whispers of places like that where the CIA or MI6 dump assets they aren’t prepared to lose, but from Easton’s description, this particular facility isn’t just for government agencies.

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