“Damn, Sully.” Liam clutched my shoulder and squeezed. “We’re going to find him.”
I paid the server and got my phone out. “I’ll track him. He’s wearing the necklace.”
“He has to be around here somewhere,” Tack said.
“I can’t wait to figure that out.” I tapped on the surveillance app. Kit’s tracker was moving. Outside the club.
“We need to go now.”
“What do I do?” Tack asked.
“We’ll let you know when we have him,” Liam answered for me. “You’re all right on your own?”
Tack nodded.
“Good.” I grabbed Liam’s arm. “We have to go. I’ll have Kit call you once we find him.”
We were going to find him.
Liam and I hurried out of the club and ran for my car. We climbed in, and I thrust my phone at Liam. “Monitor the tracker. I need to know where the hell he’s being taken.”
“They’re not far away,” Liam said. “We have enough time to find him.”
I tightened my hands on the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. The tires squealed on the asphalt. I pushed the car to the speed limit. If not for the risk of being pulled over, I’d have broken it.
“They just turned left on Duey Street,” Liam said. “Isn’t that the uninhabited area where the chemical plant was that they shut down a few years ago?”
“Yes.”
“Why would they go there?”
I was going insane from fear, but I shoved the thoughts away. Kit’s well-being was now the most important thing to focus on. I could let the craziness seep in after I had him in my arms, safe and sound. Then I could let the guilt in for having taken my eyes off him long enough for someone to have gotten to him.
I was supposed to protect him, and I had failed him.
“Are they still moving?” I asked Liam.
“No. They’ve stopped.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I stepped harder on the gas, no longer worrying about the fucking speed limit.
Within minutes, I took the left turn on Duey Street. Liam confirmed they were still stationary. I tried not to think about how long they’d stopped for and what they wanted from him, why they’d taken him.
“Sully, we need to be careful,” Liam said. “We’re in hostile territory.”
He was right. We were on Grimaldo's turf. A coincidence Kit was taken to this part of town? The Grimaldos had expanded so much across the town that almost anywhere was their turf.
A car was parked ahead. That had to be them. The driver hadn’t gone all the way toward the abandoned plant after all, but he’d stopped in a parking lot near an overgrown playground. When the chemical plant started its operation, the surrounding grounds had soon become contaminated with illegal substances. A new park had been built for the kids far away from this area.
As we drew closer, I could make out a man leaning over the hood.
“Jesus Christ,” Liam muttered.
I shone my headlights directly at the man who spun around, and my heart stopped. I slammed the brakes, and the tires screeched to an abrupt halt. Everything around me went quiet as I stared at the man holding an arm up against the glare and trying to shove his dick back into his jeans with the other.
To my horror, Kit—not being held by the man anymore—slid from the hood and slumped on the ground. He wasn’t moving.