Page 119 of Legacy

At the school.

“Legacy,” Havoc yells, and even though my gut is already churning, his tone makes it worse. “Venom tried to call you, but it went to voicemail.”

Probably because I was already making a call.

“Thanks, Olive. Can you give the phone to your teacher?” I don’t wait for her to answer before hanging up.

I’m storming down the hallway toward Havoc, who is handing his phone out to me. Whatever he knows, he’s bracing for impact. And Margaret has already disappeared down the other end of the hallway to avoid the fallout.

“Why was Reagan’s phone in a trash can?” I ask Venom the second I put it to my ear.

“Legacy, fuck.” Venom sounds out of breath. “She’s gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Venom is breathing hard as a truck door slams on the other end of the line. “Reagan took Bea into school like she does every day, and a minute later, she texted me that the school needed to talk to her, so she’d be a second.”

My heart pounds as I dread what he’s about to say.

“When she didn’t come back out in that time, I came in to get her, but she was gone.”

“Lincoln.” I grit my teeth.

He’s been in the wind since the near run-in at the bar, but I was under no illusion that he’d left Vegas. And since he worked for a partnering school district in Glendale, it would make sense for him to use that to his advantage to get to her.

“It wasn’t Lincoln.” Venom grunts again. “Well… it wasn’t just Lincon, I should say. Found him passed out in the hallway with a knife in his side.”

“What the fuck?”

“It was the Iron Sinners.”

Venom’s words are like swallowing concrete. The only thing worse than Reagan’s problems catching up with her is mine.

I lean against the counter, trying to brace myself as the world spins.

“I spotted two of them putting her in the back of a van. I tried to stop them, but they got me in the gut, and it slowed me down.”

“You’re shot?”

“I’ll be fine,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like it.

His tone is quieter now. His breathing is getting more uneven, and the fight he had in his tone at the beginning of our call is fading.

“I managed to get Lincoln in the truck. He’s still passed out, but he’s bleeding everywhere. If anyone sees him, the regular excuses aren’t going to keep the cops at bay.”

“Stay there. We’ll get someone to drive you back. Don’t take your eyes off Lincoln, and keep your phone on you.”

“You got it, boss.” Venom groans again.

I hang up, handing Havoc his phone. “Venom is bleeding out in front of the school.”

“Soul and Ricky are around the corner. I’ll have them get him.” Havoc thumbs through his contacts. “And Reagan?”

“The Iron Sinners have her.” I don’t know how I manage to get those words out, but my vision blurs, and I’m seeing everything I’ve ever needed slipping away from me.

“Fuck.” Havoc rubs the back of his neck, putting his phone to his ear.

I pull out mine to make a call, and thankfully, Ghost answers on the second ring.

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