Page 162 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“She’s gone!” he shouts, panic lacing his tone.

“What do you mean she’s fucking gone?” I snap.

“She was feeling dizzy, so I went to get her a bottle of water.”

“You left her alone?” My pulse picks up and sweat beads along my brow at the thought of her being alone when she wasn’t feeling well. Anything could have happened to her at this point.

“Chester was watching her, and Colt was right next to her. But the lights went out and now we can’t find her anywhere.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m stuck in the lift and the others have just left. I’ll call them to come back.”

“We’ll keep searching. Shit, I need to go. Chester has Colt by the throat.”

The line drops out and I scroll down to Boston’s number. I pause for a moment. If I call them in, this will blow their cover. I know Jolie will kill me if I make the call, but Boston will kill me if I don’t.

Deciding pissing off Boston is worse, I make the call.

“What’s wrong?” Boston asks, answering on the first ring. I don’t ever call him unless it’s important.

“You need to come back. Immediately. The entire building has lost electricity. Kai and Chester can’t find Jolie. I’m stuck in the fucking lift.” I must be on speaker phone because I hear a chorus of words you couldn’t repeat to your grandmother.

“He knows we’re alive, doesn’t he?” Boston asks, but he already knows the answer to that question.

“I’m going to kill him!” Laughn booms.

“Her tracking device is turned off,” Marlow adds.

“This is bad,” Davis says. “We fucked up again.”

“That we did.” I say, ending the call.

They’ll no doubt be back within minutes, so I call the other person whose help we will need to save Jolie. We have always had an ambush plan ready in case we ever needed it. Is it a smart idea? No, because it will end in casualties. But right now, we’re left with no other choice.

“Hello,” he answers.

“Ziyon, we have a problem.”

Listening with rapt attention, Ziyon is silent as I explain everything that has happened so far. After a minute, he tells me we’ll meet at Creed’s house, as he doesn’t want to risk Melinda’s safety, and I can respect that. His plan is to gather his men, and he expects us to do the same. We have a handful of teams that would turn against Mr Z given the right incentive. Enemies are often made on the way to the top.

There is another call I can make. Jolie may have struck up a friendship with Amelie—who runs a secret society in the United Kingdom—but what she doesn’t know is Amelie’s mother, Debbie, has been part of Olympia for years. She also hates Mr Z, and at one point she didn’t have anywhere else to turn, but we had her back. Debbie also has a connection to Camilla—a damn old lady who could scare the pants off a grown man—who runs the criminal underground and is now part of The Order within Australia. Unfortunately, I’m privy to way more than I should be, and I know they work on a favour system. At this point, I don’t care what it costs me or that I’m not part of their secret society. We have things they want, and I’m willing to give them access—if that’s what it takes for their help to get Jolie back.

The lights finally flick back on, and the lift moves again; the seconds feel like hours until the doors open. Most people have left, except for Chester, Kai, Colt’s team, Summer’s team, Sinclair, and Jimmie. I rush over to where they are standing.

“Any sign of her?”

“No, we are about to sweep the entire building. The manager gave us his word that his security teams are making sure everyone leaves. I split these guys up to take sections. Now that you’re back you can join us.”

“Don’t forget about us, fuckers.” Laughn storms into the room.

“What the fuck!” Blayne shouts.

“How the fuck are you alive?” Colt questions, followed by a laugh. “Of course, you’re alive.”

“Now isn’t the time for how and why. We’re alive and that means Mr Z is out for blood. If you’re loyal to him, it’s time to run along. If you want to help us, know that you could be putting yourself in danger,” Boston states.

“I’m in,” Sinclair says, without hesitation.

“Us too,” Blayne and Colt both say in unison.

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