Page 143 of Undisputed Chaos
The call ended, and I stood in Adrian's doorway for a moment, processing what had just happened.
Something felt off about the whole situation, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
Noah had sounded calm, almost protective, but there had been an edge to his voice that hadn't been there before.
I grabbed my purse, my mind focused on one thing: Getting to Crew.
Whatever trouble my brother had gotten himself into, I'd figure it out when I got there.
And if Noah was looking out for him like he said, then maybe everything would be okay.
The thought of calling Adrian didn’t even flicker through my mind. All I knew was that I had to get to Crew.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Isla
Iordered an Uber with shaking fingers, my breath coming in short, anxious puffs as I paced the driveway.
The space that had felt like home with all that junk food suddenly felt too big.
My phone buzzed with Noah's location pin, and I stared at it in disbelief. Part of me still couldn't process that Noah was somehow involved in whatever trouble Crew had gotten himself into.
But he'd sounded calm on the phone. That was the Noah I remembered, wasn't it?
"Everything okay, miss?" the Uber driver asked as I slid into the backseat, catching my reflection in his rearview mirror. My face was pale, and my eyes were wide with worry.
"Fine," I lied, my voice tight. “I just need to get there quickly, please."
The city blurred past in streaks of brick and glass, familiar neighborhoods transforming into something alien under my anxiety.
I kept checking my phone, but no new messages from Crew or Noah came in.
The silence felt ominous, feeding the knot of dread in my stomach.
As we drove deeper into the outskirts, the buildings gave way to trees, the roads narrowing until we were winding through dense woods.
Oak Park sprawled across acres of grass and trees, but its familiar sight didn’t ease anything in me.
The driver pulled into a small gravel lot bordered by towering trees. The air smelled of pond and damp earth, heavy with the promise of rain.
Two vehicles sat in the dim light, a black car I didn't recognize, and Noah's familiar white sedan.
"You can let me out here," I told the driver.
My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as I climbed out and spotted figures standing near the tree line.
Noah stood near his car, his familiar frame unmistakable even at a distance. He was dressed in khakis and a blue button-down, always put-together.
His sandy hair was neatly styled, his posture relaxed as if he were simply enjoying an afternoon in the park.
Beyond him, closer to the trees, I could see Crew and the two men from the video.
My brother's face was tight with anger, his shoulders held in the iron grip of the larger man.
The world narrowed to a single point of focus—my brother, caught in a situation I didn't understand but instinctively knew was dangerous.
"Crew!" I called, breaking into a run across the uneven ground.
