Page 35 of Hunted Innocence

It’s Unknown again, which means I know exactly who it is.

“Hello?” I ask as I place the phone against my ear.

There is silence and then breathing. I know it’s him, especially since I only talked to him a few hours ago. At this point, he’s just being overly dramatic. I roll my eyes to the ceiling and wait for him to continue.

“Are you ready to give me what I want yet?”

Instead of responding to his question, because I will never give him that thumb drive, I ask him a question of my own.

“Where is Brody?”

Landon chuckles. “You’re worried about a common criminal?” he asks. “Seems as if you’re more like your parents than you realize.”

Instead of telling him to fuck himself the way I want, I bite the inside of my cheek, drawing blood yet again and not giving a single shit about it. I’ll heal later. Right now, I’m just trying to save my brother, Grayson, and myself.

This motherfucker is getting on my last nerve.

“Give me what I want, Nadine, and maybe you can have what you want, too.”

GRAYSON

The guard doesn’t openthe gate for us, and I swear to fuck I’m about to reach inside of my jacket pocket and shoot him in the head. If I didn’t need to conserve my bullets for whatever the fuck is about to come my way, I just might take him out right here and now.

I watch as the guard makes his way toward the car. Theron rolls down the window, and my heart slams against my chest because I know that she’s in there. Nadine is somewhere in the building at the end of the drive.

“Clubhouse is closed. Members only, currently,” he announces.

Theron chuckles, but it’s dry as fuck and wholly without humor. Then he clears his throat and leans back in his seat slightly, looking across at the man standing next to his window. “We’re trying to find Brody and Nadine.”

“Nadine?” he asks, his brows lifting.

Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm myself down. I’m not sure it works. However, I do try because I know that right now, my head is not calm, and if I say or do something, I could fuck a lot of shit up. I’m trying to have control over myself. It’s becoming increasingly difficult as each moment passes.

“I gotta call Orion,” he states.

I don’t know who the fuck that is, but if it gains us entrance, that is all I give a shit about right now. He takes his phone out of his pocket, touches the screen, then holds it to his ear.

“Four guys. Say they’re Securus. Looking for Brody and Nadine. Okay.”

He shoves his phone into his back pocket, then jerks his chin toward us. He dips slightly so he can talk to Theron. “Follow this road straight back. The cement building is where you’re going. Black door. Nowhere else.”

“Will do,” Theron says.

He grunts, then takes a step backward before he lifts his hand and taps his palm against the top of the car and turns toward his little guard shack. A few moments later, the gate slowly slides open, and we’re allowed to enter.

It wouldn’t matter if he said we couldn’t come in. I am going into this compound to look for my woman, no fucks given. They’re lucky I have a loose hold of my control right now. Otherwise, I would kill first and not ask a single goddamn question.

Theron lifts his hand in a single wave and drives down the dirt path road that we were told to head down. It makes me want to jerk the wheel and take this bitch off-roading. Sometimes I don’t like being told what to do, and since I’m feeling really goddamn anxious right now, this is one of those times.

“Follow the fucking path,” Boden grumbles.

I chuckle at his words, mainly because I’m thinking the same thing. A few seconds later, Vaughn speaks, and his words cause my body to jerk, but I was thinking the same damn thing.

“No fucking kidding.”

Then I hear Vaughn clear his throat. “Grayson?” he calls out.

“Yeah?”

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