Page 39 of Asphyxia
I had just finished my workout at the gym when I pulled my phone from my locker and saw two urgent text messages from Dean. I couldn’t resist the shit-eating grin that tugged at the corner of my mouth.
My all too-happy attitude wasn’t for Alexis and her—most likely—dire situation. No, it was because I knew that I was finally getting another chance to see some action again, just like before.
Without wasting a second, I quickly changed out of my gym clothes, stuffing everything I had brought into my bag before slamming the locker door shut and running out of the locker room. There was no chance in hell that I would miss out on an opportunity like this.
When I reached my car, I threw my gym bag in the back seat and grabbed my phone from my back pocket. I pulled up Drake’scontact information and immediately called his number as I dropped my ass into the driver’s seat.
I was shaking from the rush of excitement. I could barely keep my hands still as I started my Dodge Charger and gripped the steering wheel in an attempt to calm my firing nerves.
“You’re not supposed to contact me, kid.” Drake’s grumpy ass voice answered with a deep sigh of annoyance. “That number was for—”
“Yeah, yeah, look… You still want to get your hands on Anathema and their leader, right?” I snapped, interrupting Drake and his superiority attitude complex, gritting my teeth as I turned out of the parking lot and transferred the Bluetooth to my car.
“I’m listening…”
“Dean needs your help; it sounds like they plan on going after Anathema.”
“When?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t say?” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “My best guess is within the next twenty-four hours.”
It wouldn’t be like Dean to request that I get a hold of Drake so urgently if they weren’t ready to storm into action.
“Get your ass, and Dean’s, down to Alpha-Six. And in the meantime, I’ll see what I can do on my end.” Drake abruptly hung up, with no further instruction needed.
Switching my grip on the steering wheel, I searched for Dean’s number on the screen and pressed the green call button next to his name, hoping that he would pick up and not send me straight to voicemail.
“What did he say?” Dean answered on the first ring.
He was definitely anticipating my call if he answered that fast.
“We need to meet Drake down at his office.” I sighed, scratching my brow with the back of my thumb as I navigated my way through the inner city.
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
There was a brief pause and silence on the other end of the call before Dean sighed heavily.
“Give me an hour… I’ll update you on everything at the apartment before we meet with Sergeant Drake.”
I groaned as Dean hung up the phone.
An hour? I left the gym in a rush for this? To just sit on my ass and wait for Dean to get home? For fuck sake…
Deanshowedupearlierthan expected, which was more than fine by me. I was ready to get the fuck out of here and dive head-first into the action.
Taking out an entire underground secret society most certainly wouldn’t be boring in the least. Check that shit right off my bucket list.
“So… what’s going on?” I asked as Dean ran a hand through his hair and shut the door.
I had my ass parked up against the kitchen island, ankles and arms crossed, as if I had been standing here for hours just waiting for him to show up.
In truth, I had been standing in this position since I got home, bored to fucking tears.
“Long story short… Derek has been fucking around with Alexis, and our outside informant, Eli Wilder, just threw her reckless ass under the bus. Apparently, she’s been recruited into Anathema and has sincedisappearedfor lack of a better word.”
“Does Madison know?… About Alexis, I mean.”
