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The tires screeched as I took a corner too fast. I barely managed to keep control of the car, coming out of the turn in a wild fishtail. My heart rammed against my chest, but nobody told me to slow down.
In the distance, sirens wailed. Caleb had said he’d paid off the police, and I knew he probably wasn’t lying. He had the connections to force them to look the other way. So thinking they were coming here was probably too much to hope for.
If they weren’t, I prayed they were back at Caleb’s party, helping the victims we’d left behind.
Guilt stabbed through me. “Those women…”
“Don’t think about it,” Kian said quietly. “We were outnumbered, and we’ve called the cops. We can’t help them and help Rebel too. We have to hope the police will actually do their damn jobs for once. Think about the one person you can save.”
I hated he was right. I glanced back at him. It had been a decade since we’d last lived together. He’d been a daily fixture in my life from the time I was a kid, right up until I’d moved across the country, cutting him out of my life completely.
But I still knew that look. It was the way he looked when he cared about someone. It was the way he’d once looked at me.
The driveway to our house was at the end of the street. “Is her phone still registering as being there?”
Kian checked the app he’d used to track down Rebel’s location. “Yeah. We’re right on top of her signal.”
Fang’s fingers moved to the door handle.
Kian braced himself on the two front seats.
I spun the wheel, taking the sharp corner.
And came face-to-face with Caleb Black, sitting behind the wheel of his car, engine on.
Our gazes collided. Even through the darkness and windshields and space between us, the evil in his eyes glinted.
It was in every inch of his smile. The lazy grin, so full of arrogance. The laid-back casualness that belied the immoral things he did.
Fang and Kian were out of the car before I’d even put it in park.
I was only a second behind them, not bothering to turn off the car. I let the engine idle, a background grumble to Fang’s bellow of outrage.
“Where is she?” His fist pounded against the driver’s-side window of Caleb’s car so hard I was surprised it didn’t shatter.
Kian went for the passenger-side door, yanking on the handle to no avail. He peered into the back seat, cupping his hands around his eyes and pressing them to the glass. “She’s not there!”
I stood in front of the car, staring evil right in the eye. “Check the trunk! She’s small enough to fit.”
Kian ran around the back and slammed his fist down on the metal. “Rebel!”
Caleb’s voice was muffled from inside his car but still loud enough to make out. “Get out of the way, Vaughn. I don’t want to have to run you over. I just had this car detailed.”
Which meant he could hear me too. “If you’ve laid one finger on her, I’ll kill you,” I promised.
His only answer was to gun the engine again.
I knew without a doubt he’d run me down. There had to be a reason he hadn’t already.
A blood-curdling scream from the backyard had all of us snapping our heads in that direction.
Kian’s eyes darted to me. “Was that—”
I was running before he could even finish his question. The thumps of their boots on the ground behind me told me they’d followed my lead.
I prayed I hadn’t made a fatal error. If Rebel was actually in the trunk and this was some sort of decoy to let Caleb slip away with her, I’d never forgive myself.
But gut instinct told me he hadn’t brought her here for a quick pit stop before he went on his merry way.