“I know. I’m sorry. Look, we’re working on something that I can’t tell you, but it’s good. They’re not in Russia. I pulled up the CCTV footage from the Russian airport where that jet landed, and it showed too much of everything. So I zoomed in and the girl who they were escorting wasn’t Alaina or Kalie. We did some more digging and as it turns out, the pings we are getting are actually coming in from Westbeach. We still need to sort out the exact location—”
Cutting him off I hang up my phone. I know where they are.
I begin running to my bike, letting off a whistle while I get on. All the boys start running out of the clubhouse, watching me while treading carefully. I know they’re all waiting for the exact moment where I lose it completely, and they’re all staying at a distance.
“The docks. They’ve been there this whole goddamn time.”
Starting up my bike I speed out, with the rest of them following suit behind me.
The whole way there, I’m amped. My pupils are no doubt dilated, and I’m ready to kill anyone that’s standing in-between Kalie and me. When we pull up, we park up at the front. There’s no way I’ll risk them hearing our bikes pull in. Taking off my helmet, I look over to Zane.
“They no doubt have this whole area covered in surveillance.”
“Should we wait for some backup? This is the mafia,” Ollie asks, getting off his bike.
I shake my head and laugh. “He’s on my turf, brother. There won’t be a whole lot of mafia here, and there’s no way I’m fucking waiting.”
We all begin walking up, ducking and hiding behind shipping containers.
“This place is fucking huge,” Ollie says from behind me, “and has anyone seen Felix?”
I stop in my tracks and look to Zane. “Wasn’t it Felix who gave you that last envelope?”
Zane narrows his eyes. “Yeah, why?”
I stand there motionless, trying to join the dots together in my head.
“Something doesn’t add up. Why would Felix give me a hit on a man that had a connection with me as a kid?”
Zane shrugs. “Could be just a coincidence, brother. Can we stay focused now, get our girls back.”
I shake my head while continuing to walk. “Nothing’s a fucking coincidence in our world.”
“Are we going to handle Felix?” I ask, looking to Zane for clarity.
“No. Get our girls back, and then we tread around what’s going on with him.”
“Why the fuck was he following Abby around like a lost puppy the other night?”
“She’s been fucking him, that’s why. Ollie doesn’t suspect, or if he does, he knows he can’t do jack shit about it. The man won’t even talk to her.”
“She’s been fucking, Felix?” I whisper to him so Ollie can’t hear.
We walk up to another shipping container, searching for a clue of where they might be located.
“If she has anything to fucking do with this,” I say, eyeing Zane.
He shakes his head. “No, she wouldn’t. She may be bitter about you and Kalie, but there’s no way she’d do that. It was just them sneaking around.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
I look out in front of us and see a fishing boat floating in the water. Don’t know why, but something tells me it would be big enough to set up camp for a week. There are three other boats that are similar surrounding it as well. Starting from the first boat, I make my way toward it drawing out my gun. Zane follows, hot on my footsteps.
I look behind us. “Blake, you and Ollie take the third boat. Harvey and Zane, you take the second. Chad and I got this one.”
We all separate as Chad and I make our way onto the boat. Chad is exactly who you’d want at your back. He’s ex-military, and he has no limits. I quietly make my way onto the boat and look around, watching my steps carefully. It’s a shit hole and there are empty bottles everywhere. I look around onto the deck and see a box of fish bait. Shaking my head, I turn my finger around, just about to say it can’t be this one when I hear a heavy slam come from under my feet. I stop and throw my finger up to my mouth at Chad.
“Shhh.”
Drawing up my gun again, I round the back of the deck popping open the door and walking inside. When I see the stairs, we begin making our way down into the darkness. The smell hits me first. It smells like human decomposition. Once we hit the end, I look down to see a huge hallway. The walls are metal and there are six doors on each side. I can barely fit my shoulders down, it’s that small. There’s a door at the very end, facing me. I tilt my head to it and make my way down. Before I can reach it, the door swings open and standing in front of me is a ghost from my past.