“I swear to God!”
The PC’s face hardened, and he swung his fist, slamming it into my gut, and I tried to launch myself at him as a second pair of hands grabbed my shoulders.
“All this time, you pretended to look for her, and you had her all along.”
My breaths came out rapidly, my entire body shaking. “You’re making a fucking mistake.”
“Take him to the precinct. And search this entire goddamn house!”
Onyx came running out. “What the fuck, man?”
“Onyx. You need to find Alyx.” My body shook, panic gripping every bone tight.
“What the fuck is going on? Let go of my brother.”
A cop jumped in front of Onyx, and Onyx didn’t hesitate for a second, slamming his fist right in the cop’s jaw and sending him ploughing to the ground. It took all of two-point-three seconds for Onyx to eat dust as two more cops grabbed him, cuffing him as well.
“You filthy motherfuckers, let me fucking go.” He jerked, and I thrashed. But we were fucking surrounded.
I didn’t stop fighting, not for a second. It took four men to drag me to the cop car, and as one of them pressed my head down, trying to force me into the back seat, I launched to the side, and they momentarily lost their grip on me. I swung a leg and kicked one of the sons of bitches in the balls and knocked him down with a shoulder. I needed to go find Alyx, and that was all I cared about—getting her back.
All it took was an unexpected blow to the head, and I staggered to the side before I got shoved face first into the back seat of a cop car.
My skull was on fire, my mouth dry, and adrenaline burning the inside of my veins. Jesus Christ. What the fuck was happening? Alyx got taken, and I had no idea who it was. Dutch was shot and bleeding inside the house, and Onyx got cuffed as well.
It was fucking pandemonium…and Alyx was gone. Every second they had me in cuffs was a second she was taken farther away.
17
Granite
I slammedmy fist against the steel bars. “Let me fucking out of here!”
Onyx sat on the filthy bench, head leaning against the wall. He was as cool and collected as last week’s marijuana special.
I snapped my glare at him. “What in the name of ever-loving fuck happened tonight?’
He shrugged. “My guess is the PC figured out we were bullshitting him.”
“You think!” It wasn’t a fucking question. “But how? How the fuck did he figure it out, and how in Jesus’s name did they know where we were? No one fucking knew about that safe house.”
Onyx bent forward, placing his elbow on his knees. “I dunno, man. It doesn’t add up.”
“And we have no idea where Alyx is. Jesus!” I pulled at my hair, rage threatening to explode inside me.
“You saw her get into a van?”
“I saw her getting shoved into a van, man. There’s a difference.”
“Maybe it was cops getting her out of there.”
I shook my head and crouched with my back against the bars. “No. No. They weren’t cops. The van was unmarked. And if it was cops, why did the PC keep asking me where Alyx was?”
Onyx placed his palms together. “I don’t fucking know, man.”
“And Dutch. Fuck.” I pulled my hand down my face. “He got shot, and we don’t know if he’s okay.”
“Let’s just hope Manic or Ink got to Neon in time and closed the floor door. If the police find Neon, it’ll raise a lot of fucking questions.”