Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(32)

“Have you seen anything suspicious at all?”.

“No,” she says with a shake of her head.

I glare at her and then I walk out of her room, but she shouts to me before I reach the door. “Everything? Really?” she sniffs.

I turn on my heel and look at her. “And then some.”





Chapter 20





Conor





I close the safe in Shane’s office and walk down the hallway to my brothers’ room to find them frantically packing. As soon as we got off the call with Shane, I started to look for flights while they made arrangements for the club and the businesses for the next few days. It was good we all had something practical to focus on because it prevented us from spinning out worrying about what the hell has happened to Jessie. Walking inside Liam and Mikey’s bedroom, I toss their passports onto the bed.

“Alejandro’s plane is at LAX and it will take at least six hours to get here and refuel.”

Liam frowns at me. “That’s too long.”

“I know, so I got us on a flight that leaves in two hours. Better get your asses moving. The car will be downstairs in fifteen.”

“Thanks,” they reply in unison. I turn to go to my own room and throw a few things in a bag when Mikey’s voice stops me.

“We’ll find her, won’t we, Con?”

I swallow hard and keep heading for the door because I can’t look at them and lie. “Of course we fucking will.”

I slam the door behind me and take a deep breath as I press my forehead against the wall. My heart is hammering so hard in my ears that I can barely hear myself think. I feel so helpless being thousands of miles away from Jessie and Shane and powerlessness is a feeling I am unused to and one I do not fucking like. It brings up far too many bad memories for me. What if we don’t get her back? What if the Wolf has already taken her somewhere we can never find her? What if someone else has her and she’s already dead? What if she is out there in pain somewhere, wondering where we are?

Breathe in.

Out.

Don’t lose it now, Conor. Not when everyone needs you so much.

The door opens and I snap my head up.

“You okay, bro?” Liam looks at me, his eyes narrowed in concern.

“Just taking a breath, kid,” I reply.

He puts a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be there in a few hours and then we’ll get her back. I know we will.”

I nod in agreement even though I don’t share his confidence. I will do everything I can to bring her back to us, but what if it’s already too late?





Chapter 21





Jessie





My head throbs as I blink in the dim room.

My vision is blurred.

I am naked.

I shiver from the cold and instinctively pull my arms to my chest to warm myself, but I can’t move. Cold metal cuffs bite into the skin on my wrists.

I pull harder but all I hear is the dull clinking of chains.

Where am I?

The Wolf!

He took me. I look around the room but my head is swimming and the fog in my brain is making it hard to think.

He walked into the hotel suite.

He had a key.

Shane gave it to him. That’s what he said.

Bile rises in my throat.

Where is he now? The Wolf? Shane?

I close my eyes and try to shift the fog.

It’s helping. I seem to be able to think more clearly with my eyes shut. The Wolf was in our hotel suite. He grabbed me and then I woke up here.

No. I woke earlier too. He was talking to me. Telling me how much he loved me. Talking to me about how his nephews had defiled me. He was disgusted in me. The dull ache in my abdomen reminds me what he did afterwards, though I think I passed out halfway through. He used a condom. I remember that. He said that I was unclean. Disgusting, evil prick! Like he needed protection from me!

I feel a wet sticky substance between my thighs and my cheeks burn with shame. He must have made me climax. Bile surges up again and this time I can’t stop it. I retch, managing to turn my head to the side so I at least manage to puke on the bed and not myself.

Icy fingers trail along my calf. Am I imagining this now?

I open my eyes and see his face staring down at me.

He shakes his head. “Well, don’t you look a sight,” he sneers at me.

“Please!” I croak the word but no sound comes out of my mouth.

“Time to go back to sleep, little bird,” he croons as he brushes my hair from my face. I turn my head away from him and then I feel his fingers grip my arm. I buck my whole body, trying to get away from him, but he holds my arm firm in his grasp, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh.

I feel a sharp scratch on my arm.

Then nothing.





Chapter 22





Shane





Paul picked me up outside my hotel eight hours ago and since that time we have been scouring the streets of Belfast looking for Sean O’Connor. We have finally found him at one of his many girlfriends’ houses.

It is Paul who goes inside and pulls him out of bed. He drags him naked into the street and throws him at my feet. I look down at him. He was fast asleep in bed with a woman. He crawled away like an injured animal to lick his wounds after our meeting yesterday morning. He didn’t take Jessie.