Corrupted Chaos (Tarnished Empire)(86)

“We’re safe. Alteo gave me access to you after I leveraged his bank account and his father’s. His father is coming here now to have a word with me regarding this whole mix-up.”

“Mix-up?” I squeezed the needle tight. “This isn’t a fucking mix-up.”

He cut me off with a hard tone and a look of fury. “I’m aware, Izzy.” He stuck his hand out. “Give me the needle.”

“Why?” I stared at the dirt on the ground and licked my cracked lips. “I’m only one day sober at this point—”

“Eight years and thirty days.”

My eyes whipped up at him—how did he know the exact number? He glared back at me.

“No.” I shook my head, my dirty matted hair waving back and forth as I sat there. “They stole that.”

“I know you think so, dollface.” His words sounded like coddling, but the tears sprang to my eyes anyway. “I hacked your phone. You did good recording something. But I heard you. And I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice cracked, and then he cleared his throat, like he might cry, like he was broken up about all this, like he cared. “But no one gets to steal that from you. Your sobriety is yours. If someone takes it, it doesn’t count.”

“Who says?” I whispered, my heart splintering at his rationality.

A small smile formed on his lips. “Me. And I can write it in anything across the fucking globe if you like. I’ll put it on every website and into every book printed because I believe it and you should too. It’ll be the damn ‘Izzy clause.’”

I pushed myself up off the floor and continued to let the tears fall as I gripped the syringe. “I’m furious, so fucking mad, I want to tear them all apart, and I’m sad too. And I don’t do well with all these emotions.”

“Then start over. And start over from the very beginning.” Cade held my gaze, carved through the mess of my broken soul, and got to the root of the matter. “Your first heartbreak you felt deeply. It doesn’t make that emotion wrong, Izzy. You need to feel it. Start over and feel everything this time.” Cade waited a beat. “They did this to Lucas too. You can’t let them win. Just give me the needle.”

Jerking from his statement, I think he saw the rage, the fury, the madness in me. I wanted blood. “Who did this to him?”

“Needle.” His hand was out, and I practically punched him with my closed fist, letting him pry it from my grip. He pushed the needle, and the liquid in it squirted out onto the floor immediately. Then he was rushing me, lifting my chin, checking my neck, my cheeks, my lips. His hands smoothed over every bruise, every cut, with a gentleness I didn’t know he had in him. There was fury in his eyes but a frown on his face as he said, “They hurt you, dollface.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“I’m fine.” I took a steadying breath and gripped his wrists to pull them away from my skin. I couldn’t have him baby me now. I wouldn’t survive it if he did. “Please tell me who did this to Lucas. What happened?”

“I think they meant it for your drink. I searched the security footage. It’s why there was Rohypnol in his system. We’re figuring it out. I’m getting you out of here, and we’ll figure it out once we’re gone. Alteo let me in, but it’s a quick in and out. I have a team outside that’ll take you—”

“I’m staying,” I blurted out, shocking myself. But the words rooted themselves deep in me and I couldn’t let the idea go. “They hurt me and my friend. They stole our sobriety and they’ve been at this for years, Cade. I wasn’t digging for nothing. They’re rigging the election. And they want something more—”

“It doesn’t matter.” He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close. Every touch of his was softer, though, like he was scared I would break even as he pointed a tattooed finger at me. “You shouldn’t have been on that computer, and you shouldn’t have been hacking without my knowledge, Izzy. You’re leaving.”

I put my hands on my hips. “I’m not. We need to find—”

He eyed my baggy T-shirt and let me go so that he could pace back and forth, pulling at his hair. “We don’t need to find anything. Izzy, you’re out of your mind.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I found their hacking, Cade. And they hurt my friend.”

“You went flying into the dark web like a kid who was let off their leash at the zoo. I tracked your IP address. You tapped information and touched every single thing you could. Had I been paying more attention to what you were doing and less attention to—” He stared at my lips as he stopped talking. “Damn, your mouth is bleeding. We need to get you out of here. They want to know what you know. They think you’re the only one who knows.”

“But now you do too.”

He nodded darkly. “I’ll deal with them. I need to walk you out now, or I’ll fucking carry you.”

But we were too late. In filed five men, and I saw the way Cade’s jaw flexed, how he walked over to me and put himself in front of me. He may have been my enemy once, but now I knew he was my protector.

Alteo mouthed a, “Sorry,” to him, and Dion glared at both of us. But the other men who’d walked in didn’t acknowledge us at all. They kept their eyes forward with hands on their firearms.