Page 96 of My Crazy Killers
It feels like way more than twenty minutes when the truck finally comes to a stop. The rolling door sounds, and a small bit of light reaches me. But the best part? Are the voices I hear all talking over each other.
“Where is she?” Dex yells.
“Calm down, I’m sure she’s here.” Is that Harry’s voice I hear?
“She must be in here somewhere,” Elias mumbles, his voice getting closer. “Pleasebe in here.”
“I’m here,” I try to yell, but even to my own ears, my voice is weak.
“Wren!” I release a breath when Elias calls my name. He heard me.
I jab my hand against where the light is coming through, and Dex yells. “There!”
I feel the other bags lift, then the top of mine starts moving, and suddenly, it's yanked open. Light pours in as three of my favorite faces in the entire world stare down at me. Dex, Elias, and Jagger.
I try to stand, but my legs are weak, and Jagger reaches in to lift me out. Somehow, I manage to wrap my legs and arms around him as he cradles my ass.
“Thank god,” Elias breathes out in relief, touching my hand and placing a kiss on my temple. I turn my face toward him, and he gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
His eyes scan mine, and I give him a tight-lipped smile, as if to tell him I’m here and I’m okay.
I feel a large hand on my back as Dex speaks. “Let me hold her.” I lift my head and find Dex on Jagger’s other side. I take a second to kiss Jagger, planning to make it quick, but his hand holds the back of my head, keeping me close as he deepens the kiss.
Finally, I pull back, gasping for breath as I tell him, “I missed you all so much.”
“My turn,” Dex demands, holding out his arms to me with an impatient frown. This time, Jagger lets me go as I’m passed into Dex's arms, my legs hugging his waist as he pulls me in for a tight hug.
He gently rocks me back and forth, stroking the back ofmy head as he starts rambling. “Baby, I can’t believe you’re finally here. You have no idea how hard it’s been—Shit, sorry. Of course you do. It’s probably been way harder for you in there. Did they at least treat you okay? Did they hurt you?”
He finally pulls back as he tries to take a good look at my face. “Is this a bruise?” he asks, his finger lightly grazing over my cheekbone. I shrug. It’s possible; it’s hard to keep track of every time part of me hit a wall or the bars of my cell.
He starts to move, and I finally take the chance to look around. We’re in the back of a truck filled with laundry carts. So that’s how they got me out, disguised as dirty laundry.
Harry is standing on the ground outside the truck, and Elias jumps down beside him, reaching up for me. I unhook my legs so I can stand, then turn to face him. As I squat down and place my hands on his shoulders, he easily lifts me out and sets me on my feet.
He cups my face and takes a moment to study me as I hear the other two jump down. “You’re okay,” he says. I know it’s a statement, not a question; he can see I’m not broken.
“I’m okay. Better than okay now,” I whisper, placing my hands over his.
“I’m sorry it took us so long.” At the mention of the others, I glance around, looking for them, and see we’re parked outside the back of a warehouse I don’t recognize. It looks abandoned, but I start to panic when I realize Pete and Sly aren’t there.
“Where are the others?” I ask in panic, turning in a circle to make sure I didn't miss them.
“It’s okay,” Elias says, placing his hands on my shoulders and bringing me in for a hug. “They are on their way. Theycouldn’t leave in the laundry truck, so they are just walking out the front door.”
“They’ll be caught!” I exclaim. “And why didn’t you go in? Their Russian is terrible!”
He chuckles, making me shake with his laughter. “Yeah, they definitely haven’t picked up much of the language. But I couldn’t go because they knew my face. I was there every day trying to get in to see you. They refused to let me. I even had papers forged to prove you’re my wife, and they wouldn’t buy it.”
“Really?” I ask in surprise, pulling my head back to look up at him. “I tried that, too. Without the forged papers, of course.”
“Yeah, that place is super shady,” Dex adds from our side.
Elias nods. “There is definitely something corrupt happening there.”
The sound of car tires crunching in the snow has my arms tightening around Elias as I start to tense up. He holds me more firmly until a black SUV comes into view, then he lets out a breath of relief. I don’t release my own tension until the doors open and Sly and Pete jump out. Pete runs straight for me, and I quickly turn, taking a few steps to meet him in a crushing hug, one that’s not happening when we’re in the middle of a prison, scared of being caught.
“Never do that to us again.”
