Page 12 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Lucian doesn’t react. If anything, there’s something faintly amused in the way he looks at him.
“What are you going to do, cousin?” he asks. “Fight me as well?” he pauses then adds “I’m the one helping you find your wife.”
The word lands again. This time, Elijah answers.
“Have you found anything?”
It cuts through everything else in the car. Lucian’s expression shifts, just slightly.
“Not yet,” he says. “Christian has everyone moving. We’ll know more soon.”
Jackson leans forward slightly.
“Should we be getting the police involved?”
Lucian’s answer is immediate.
“No.”
There’s no hesitation in it.
“The police won’t move fast enough for what you need,” he continues. “And we already have access to them if necessary.”
Jackson doesn’t argue, but I can feel the tension still sitting in him.
“So what happens when we get there?” he asks. “What’s the process?”
Lucian’s gaze flicks to him briefly.
“We find her,” he says. “We pull every camera feed available. Traffic routes. Exit points. We listen for anything that surfaces.” He pauses. “People talk. They always do.”
Elijah shifts slightly.
“I’m not going home,” he says. “Take me to Michael and Killian’s.”
Lucian nods.
“That’s where we’re going.”
The car stops. The plane is already waiting. Everything after that moves quickly, smoothly, like it’s been arranged ahead of time, doors opening, staff already in place, no delays, no questions.
“Clean up,” Lucian says, gesturing toward the bathroom once we’re inside.
Elijah doesn’t move. He drops into a seat instead, hands still stained, gaze fixed somewhere distant.
No one pushes him.
The door closes. And for the first time since this started, there’s nothing left to do. Jackson glances at me.
“You good?”
The question sits between us. I hold his gaze for a moment. And for once, I don’t reach for something controlled.
“I’m terrified we’re not going to find her.”
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