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Jared

"I still don't fucking understand why the fuck he can't tell us what happened to her?" The taller one of Isa's brothers asks the other. I give them a smile in the rear-view mirror, and get two hot-headed, full blown glares in return.

Trying to ignore the fact that I'm being practically kidnapped, I slide in my earplugs, and slip on sunglasses, and pretend that I don't give a shit. Which gets the brothers' blood boiling. I can practically see it. I don't actually put any music on, though. And my eyes are scanning the highway, the occasional tree speeding by. My heart is making these weird thump thumps, like it knows it can't go on normally when Isa isn't safe.

Which is fucking shit, because I really don't give a crap about my own mother, let alone some pampered rich girl who I screwed the night before...

But even I can't convince myself that I don't care. Because I do. I fucking do, and it's killing me. And I'm already planning how, as soon as these pricks let me go, I'm gonna go to the garage and bust her out.

But my mind is coming up with weird ideas, and my palms are sweating. I'm trying not to breathe in too deep, in case the next few breaths will inhibit the amount of oxygen that can reach my brain. Shit, I'm not even making any sense in my head.

And images of Isa are roiling through my brain: Isa laughing with her friends, Isa sipping coffee in front of me, Isa frowning up at me, through long dark lashes, Isa kissing me, Isa lying beneath me on her bed, while I kiss her throat, her belly, her whole body.

I. Am. So. Fucking. Screwed.

"You listening to me, dickhead?" One of the brothers says, and I meet a dark glare through the overhead mirror.

I raise an eyebrow. "Sorry, amigo. Can't hear ya." Just let me the fuck go, so I can save her! I can't fucking stand this. I can't sit around and wait for her. She's my...she's everything to me.

The one with spiky hair, curses. "Te dije que el hijo de puta no nos puede ayudar!"

The other one doesn't reply, but his glare is pretty damn menacing. "Yes he can, Jay. I know he can help us. The sonofabitch knows exactly where she is."

I sigh, and throw my head back against the leather covered car seats, lift one jean clad let up, so my boot is pressed up against the back of the drivers' seat. "Listen, muchachos. You two look like your pretty experienced with the ladies." I cast a glance at the spiky haired brother. "Or men. Whichever way you choose to roll, don't bother me. But I'll tell you this. I don't fucking know where your sister is. I fucked her, and left. That's about it with our relationship."

God, even though I know the words aren't true they physically hurt. I practically have to spit the words out, and it's fucking killing me, and Isa...

The car stops, haltingly, and for a second I breathe a sigh of relief. Because I think I'm gonna fucking throw up. And to be honest, I really don't want to upchuck in the car; it's a pretty hot ride.

"She's here." The guy driving says, and the spiky haired brother slides out of the passenger seat, opens the door next to me.

"Move." He barks. I just raise an eyebrow, my trademark, as high as it'll go.

The dude sighs, like he knows it's futile to argue, and walks to the other door, opens it, and slides in, his foot propped up, arms folded, totally hostile, while a redheaded chick slides into the passenger's seat, like it's nobody's business.

"What's happened to Isa?" She asks, matter of factly. The mention of her name is my undoing.

"We don't know, Juli." The brother driving says, grabbing hold of her hand. His shoulders seemed to relax as soon as she got into the car, as if she's his relaxant. For some reason, that gets to me.

Shit. Chrys could be doing anything to her, right now. But I can't fucking tell them that I care this much, that I want her safe, that I'd sooner fucking kill myself than be in this helpless position. Because If I did, someone would die. Anyone of these cocky motherfuckers who think they can burst in and rescue Isa, like it's nobody's shit. This is Chrys we're dealing with.

"Let me out of the car." I say, calmly. Suddenly, I'm not gonna wait for them to let me go.

"Not until you tell us—" The spiky haired brother sitting next to me starts to argue, but the redhead intervenes.

"Do you care about her?" She asks, her green eyes imploring, and strangely unnerving.

I clear my throat. "Fuck no."

"Liar." She says, smoothly. "This is killing you, isn't it? Knowing that the only reason she's been abducted is because of you. And that you can't do anything to help her."

I blink. "How the fuck—"

Juli smiles, shortly. "Because I used to be in a gang. I know how it all works." When her boyfriend takes her hand and starts to say something, she shakes her head at him. He clenches his free hand on the steering wheel, but doesn't say anything. "I know how you have to pretend you don't give a shit, when inside you do. When you love someone, but you don't want them to get hurt, because of the circumstances you're in. And when they do get hurt. How much pain you feel, but you still can't do anything to help them...I know."

I breathe in a shaky intake of air. "Drive to the garage down in the Southside. I think that's where he has her. And I'll go inside and get her out. Because if any one of you do, you'll kill her. And she's not gonna die. Okay?"

Juli nods, sends her boyfriend a warning look.

He turns to drive, muttering something. And as the car starts, I close my eyes, and do something I haven't done in over 12 years.

I pray. For someone else's life.

I pray for Isa.

The girl who I'm in love with.