Page 151 of Devious Obsession
“I’ve been detained in Chicago,” he continues. “Temporary, but definitely my brother’s doing. If you can get out of the city—”
“I can’t. He has her already.”
Cillian swears. “And her mother? Her siblings?”
“Not yet.” I grip the phone tighter. “Please, give me anything you can to help us. I need to get her back.”
And to his credit, he does. He outlines what her father might do or be capable of. That he probably has a weapon.
“The hardest part would be finding her,” he finishes.
“That’s not a fucking problem. Thank you for the help.” I hang up and toss Thalia’s phone back to her.
“Here’s the deal.”
All eyes swing to me.
“I’m pretty sure Aspen is being held hostage with my father… by her dad. A psychotic asshole—I’ll fill you in on those details on the way. They’re either still in the apartment, or he discovered the tracking implant and left it there.” I slide my shoes on and gesture to Thalia. “Keys?”
She holds them out to me.
“Great. Now, you and Violet—distract that security guard. We just need time to get out of the locker room.”
The girls both nod in affirmation. Greyson won’t want Violet anywhere near this mess anyway. I find Miles, Greyson, and Knox all standing at the ready, and take a deep breath. As quickly as I can, I explain the shit I’ve discovered about Aspen’s dad. The people he was tied up with in Chicago, the way even the crime lords wanted him gone, that he did some sick and twisted shit to Aspen when she was a kid. I don’t go into detail about that.
I won’t.
Can’t.
But the rest is free information that might help us figure out who we’re dealing with.
“He might be looking to establish himself here in Crown Point or take Aspen away from here—I don’t know what his goal is, and I don’t fucking care.” I slam my fist into my palm. “She’s mine. No one gets to take her from me.”
“Let’s go,” Greyson says.
He reels Violet in and kisses her forehead, then we all move to the door. The girls slip out first, and their voices drift back toward us. They get softer, and Miles peeks out first. He motions for us to go—so we all book it out into the hallway.
The padding on the floor meant to protect our skates now muffles our footsteps. We get around the corner, and Knox shoves open the exit door. As a unit, we hurry to Greyson’s truck. It’s always unanimous that he drives, mainly because I think he’d have a stroke if he deigned to sit shotgun—or worse, in the backseat—of anyone else’s car.
Unless he had access to Violet, in which case…
I claim the front seat, earning a glare from Knox, and the two brothers hop in the back. Greyson takes off like a shot, but he doesn’t go toward Aspen’s apartment.
“What are you doing?” I’m about ready to yank the wheel.
He gives me an irritated sigh. “I called in reinforcements. We just need to get them.”
“Them?”
Greyson doesn’t say anything else. Not until we screech to a halt in front of the hockey house, and Jacob comes trotting out with a huge duffle bag. He forces Miles to scoot into the middle seat and sets the duffle on his lap.
As soon as the door is closed, we’re off again.
“Anyone know how to shoot?”
I crane around and stare at Jacob. “You’re not serious.”
He shrugs. “Okay, no gun for you.”
