Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,40
heard those words from a woman. I was glad I was there to witness it.
If it had been almost any other situation, I would have hooted and hollered like I was a dude watching sports and my team just scored a field basket. Goal? Home run? I shook my head. Sports were dumb anyways.
“We’ve pinpointed the person who bought the phone that was on the other end of the call in the hospital. It’s at the OF building across the street. We’re heading that direction now,” Ryker said.
My eyes widened. I wasn’t really ready to go bashing through some door on the off-chance his half sister was in the building. I shook my head. Opened my mouth.
Thankfully Turo spoke up. “You’ll go to the lobby and wait there. We’ll meet you in the parking garage on Penn Towers. You don’t want to just start slamming through doors. That’s a good way to get your sister killed.”
Nik sucked in a breath. “Shut your fucking mouth, Turo! She’s not dead. Do you hear me?” she screeched the words.
“Cricket, I didn’t say she was dead. I said that was a good way to get her killed. Push the emotion away or you can stay in the Towers while we handle this.” His tone was harder than granite.
I knew from personal experience nothing, and certainly no one, was going to sway him from his position. And begging and pleading just made it worse. I reached out, grabbed Nik’s arm.
She whipped her head around, the muscles of her arm tensing under my light grip. “Don’t touch me.”
I raised my hand. “Sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. But you don’t want to argue with him. He has ways to make sure you stay in this building. And he’s legitimately trying to help Corrie right now.”
She shuttered her expression, turned to the wall. Nodded.
“Go on, Turo,” Daphne said in the heavy silence.
“Mrs. Sheridan, lovely to meet you. If you can’t remain calm, you, too, will be remaining in the Towers building. This is a rescue mission. And one we are purposely not involving the police in. Are there any other matters to which we need to pay attention?” he asked. His voice was as calm and even as if he were discussing the daily stock reports instead of someone’s daughter, sister, or friend.
I winced. He was digging himself a hole. I just hoped I didn’t get tossed down into with him.
The elevator slid to a gentle stop. With the amount of emotion in the car, it was oddly discombobulating. It felt like we should have rocketed down and then jerked to a fast halt hard enough to crash us into the floor.
I shook my head, tried to reconcile the differences. We pushed out of the elevator. Ryker grabbed my hand in his as he took the call off speaker. “We’ll meet you in the garage. You’ve got five minutes.”
Ryker’s grip on my hand tightened as he listened to whatever Turo was saying. “I don’t fucking care, and I’ll kill any of your men who try to stop me. Either get here and be part of the solution or be happy with whatever is left.”
Ryker held the door to the parking garage for us. His features were tight, his breathing fast. I squeezed his hand. He looked down at me.
“We’ll get her back, Ryker. I know we will,” I said softly.
He nodded. “I just need her to be alive when we do.”
Chapter 11 – Ryker
I looked away from Willow’s compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me.
I gritted my teeth. I’d left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?
Shitty. A fucking shitty brother. Someone who didn’t deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow.
Hell. I shouldn’t be with anyone. Since she’d met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she’d never met.
Some fucking boyfriend.
“Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I’m going to talk to Ryker in private. We’ll be right back,” Willow said as she pushed me around an upright barrier. Once we were a couple spots away from the stairwell, she looked up into my face. “What kind of pain?”