Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 17
LOGAN
I’m smiling as I get out of my truck. I look up at the light of Bree’s bedroom window and jog across the street to the downstairs apartment door. I push in the code to open the door and take the stairs two at a time, ready to get to Bree.
As soon as I get to the top, I see that her apartment door is wide open.
Not cracked. Not ajar. It’s wide fucking open.
I frown but quickly shake it off, trying to explain it to myself. She knew I was coming. She left the door open for me.
I walk in and look around the empty living room. I don’t even have to holler for her, I know she’s not here. I’ve always thought I had some kind of sixth sense or something, but I call her name out anyway. “Bree?”
I walk through the apartment calling her name. Maybe she’s visiting a neighbor, I think, but that’s quickly squashed when I walk into the bathroom and see the writing on the mirror.
Found you. I stand staring at the mirror as my skin starts to crawl. No! What does this mean? Fuck, I should have made her tell me what happened to her and why she was having nightmares.
I walk through her bedroom and the rest of her apartment, looking for any clues. My phone dings, and it’s an emergency text from the Ghost Team. I’m still on their call list, but it’s only for Whiskey Run. I read the text. 911.Unknown plane on airstrip.
I ignore the text and call Zach.
I’m pacing the living room as I wait for him to answer. I spot Bree’s purse and open it. Her phone and wallet are still in there. Gripping her phone in my hand, I’m about to open it when Zach answers.
“What’s up?”
“Zach. Bree’s gone. I came to her apartment to pick her up, and she’s gone.”
He starts to talk. “Maybe she’s at the neighbors or—”
I cut him off. “No! Someone wrote on her bathroom mirror, ‘Found you.’” I huff out a breath. “I don’t know who or what—”
Zach sighs. “Fuck, I do.” I can hear my sister talking in the background, but Zach asks, “Are you still at her apartment?”
I set down her purse and phone. “Yeah, why?”
“I’ll be there in three minutes. We’re just around the corner.”
With one last look around the apartment, I jog down the steps. I peek my head into Savage Ink. “Hey, Aiden! You seen Bree?”
He shakes his head. “No, why? What’s up?”
I walk into the room. “She’s gone, and I think someone took her. Did you ever put the security app on your phone?”
Aiden lays down his tattoo gun, eyes wide. “What the fuck? Yeah, I did.” He pulls his phone from his pocket.
I stop next to him. “I need to see the last thirty minutes.”
He’s opening the app. “I knew they would find her.”
My blood freezes. “Who?” I demand.
He stops the app at the image of some strange man manhandling Bree—my Bree—out the door.
Aiden holds the phone up to me. “You don’t give testimony on the Mafia and just get away with it. I knew they would find her, I just hoped—”
I shake my head, confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Aiden looks at me, dumbfounded. “What? How could you—”
He’s cut off when Zach comes in the door. “Logan! Let’s go.” I know that tone, and I know not to question him. He’s always been determined, and he’s got that edge to him right now. He’s found out something.
I point at Aiden. “Send me that picture.”
I’m calling out my phone number to Aiden as I run out the door.
Zach is running to my truck. “Skyler drove my truck home. Come on, we gotta go. Wheels up in ten minutes.”
I get into the truck. “Ghost Team?”
He nods, and I start driving. “Zach, tell me what the fuck is going on. What do you know?”
Zach has one hand on the dash as I speed toward the facility. I look over at him. “Tell me everything you know about Bree. I have to find her.”
He blows out a breath. “The guys are tracking her. She’s in a plane, and we’re assuming they’re on their way to New York.”
“With who? Why did Aiden say something about the Mafia?”
My friend looks at me with pure pity, and that’s when I know how bad this is. “The Antonellis are the biggest crime family in New York. Come on, Lo, think. How many times have we—”
I cut him off. “What? The Antonelli family? They have my Bree? What is this? Some kind of revenge?”
Zach shakes his head. “No. Well, yes, it is but not what you’re thinking. It’s revenge on Bree, not you. Bree is the one that brought them down.”
I gasp. The Antonellis are dangerous. They don’t care about anyone but themselves. Just knowing what I do about them makes me sick to my stomach. I spit out the words. “What the fuck are you talking about?”