Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,87

gets into the driver’s seat, we’re off.

“Where are we headed exactly?” Luca asks.

“It’s a town away,” Stinger answers. “About a half hour from here in a town called Greenswell. You recognize it?” he asks, looking at me over his shoulder.

I shake my head. “No, but I had no idea how far we drove once Rick Dick took me. I never heard him say anything about where we were all that time I was with him, either.”

“It’s not Rockhead territory is it?” Luca asks. I know that’s the nearby rival pred pack, but aside from that, I don’t know much about them.

“No, so we at least have that going for us,” Stinger replies.

We spend the drive mostly in silence, except Stinger tries to make some conversation every now and then. Igor is quiet, only grumbling at his GPS every so often, while Stinger and Luca talk about pack stuff. I stare out the window, too stuck in my own head to listen. I feel jittery and nervous, as if just driving back here makes Sid feel closer somehow. Like if I turn around, I’ll see him there, breathing down my neck.

At one point, Luca grabs my hand and threads our fingers together, squeezing every so often to remind me that he’s here.

“We’re almost there. See anything familiar?”

“No.” I look around at the street, but I don’t recognize anything. Not even when Igor slows the car down and parks in a lot in front of an apartment complex. There’s a small patch of grass in the front and brown wood siding on the exterior, the complex itself having three different levels. But actually, I’m surprised at how average it looks. I thought it would be more run-down.

We get out of the car, and I look up at the apartments while Igor, Stinger, and Luca look around, their senses on high alert as they scan our surroundings.

“Igor.”

I look over, seeing a male and female shifter wearing the same enforcer uniforms as Stinger.

Igor turns to them as they walk across the parking lot to us. They nod at me in greeting. “We tracked her scent, and we’ve narrowed it down to an apartment on the bottom floor, but there are a lot of conflicting scents inside,” the female says.

“Alright,” Igor says with a nod. “You got it open?”

The male enforcer nods. “Yeah. Right this way.”

We follow the duo, and I keep hold of Luca as I’m led past the grassy front and around the side. Cracked concrete sidewalk brings us to an apartment with a metal plaque hanging on the door that reads 4A. My head is still reeling with the knowledge that Rick Dick is dead. Part of me is spitefully glad and relieved, while another part of me doesn’t quite believe that he’s really been killed.

“We’ll keep watch out here,” the male enforcer says before turning the handle and pushing it open for us.

Igor and Stinger go in first, and I take a deep breath before crossing the threshold. And...wow. I should’ve taken a few more deep breaths out there because as soon as we’re inside, putrid memories crash into me.

Everyone looks back at me where I stop, my breath hitching in my chest.

I meet Luca’s eyes and nod. “This is it. This is where he kept me.”

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Luca

What the fuck.

What. The. Fuck.

I look around the apartment, and with every detail my eyes take in, I grow more and more pissed off.

The carpet can’t even be called carpet anymore. It’s so worn down—even ripped in some places—that the concrete pad is showing beneath. Stains litter the floor, most of the colors ranging from bean burrito to blood. The whole place reeks like old food, beer, and piss. Even the walls are stained in some areas, and the air vent has water collected on it, dripping onto the floor in a soggy puddle.

There are sheets tacked up on the windows, and even though it looks like this place was cleared out, there’s still a dinky couch and a single table shoved over on the far wall. From where we stand, we can see into the single bedroom, the hall bathroom, and the small kitchenette. None of those rooms fare much better when it comes to stains and just a general shitty decrepitness.

“Jesus,” Stinger whistles under his breath. “Rick the prick wasn’t a very clean guy, was he?”

“This is clean,” Reese replies. “Someone must have come in and dumped all the trash that’s normally piled up everywhere.”

She frowns at something near the baseboards, and I