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Drake lets out a sigh, his concern evident. “Ethan, wait. Don’t go alone. We need to approach this carefully. I’ll meet up with you, and we’ll go together.”
Relief floods through me at his words, and I am grateful for his support in this harrowing situation. “Thanks, Drake,” I say, my voice wavering with emotion. “I’m headed to my place first.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there.”
As I reach my penthouse, I head straight toward the secure lockbox where I keep my firearm.
Fingers trembling with a mix of anxiety and determination, I punch in the code and retrieve my trusty Glock-19 from its concealed compartment.
I holster the weapon securely at my side, the familiar click of the holster echoing through the silent penthouse.
It’s a precaution I hope I won’t need to take, but in times like these, it’s better to be prepared for the worst.
As I step back into the hallway, my mind races with thoughts of Jessy and the danger she might be facing.
I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I nearly jump out of my skin when Drake’s voice breaks through the silence.
“Ethan,” he calls out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he approaches.
I turn to face him, my expression grim as I meet his gaze. “Drake.”
“She is still at that location. We should get going.”
“Thanks for helping me out, man.”
He nods in understanding, his own expression mirroring my concern.
Drake’s eyes flicker briefly to the gun at my side, and I can see the unspoken question in his gaze. “I hope you don’t plan on using that,” he remarks, his tone tinged with caution.
I shake my head, a grim determination settling over me. “I hope I won’t have to,” I admit.
Together, we make our way out of the penthouse and into the night, the cold air biting at our skin.
As we get into my car and input the address to the warehouse into my car GPS, Drake fills me in on what he knows about the warehouse, its history, and the rumors of illicit activities.
I listen intently, my mind racing with thoughts of Jessy and the danger she might be facing.
As Drake and I arrive at the warehouse, my gaze lands on a familiar car parked in the corner, confirming my worst fear—Lysa is here.
Without hesitation, we rush inside. My senses are on high alert, and every fiber of my being is focused on finding Jessy and putting an end to Lysa’s madness.
“Lysa!” I shout, my voice echoing through the cavernous space as I catch sight of her fleeing form. “Stop right there!”
But she doesn’t heed my warning as she disappears into the shadows. Drake goes after her, and I hurry to Jessy’s side. My heart is pounding in my chest as I kneel beside her, my hands trembling as I reach out to untie her bonds.
“Jessy,” I breathe, my voice choked with emotion as I gently cradle her in my arms. “Stay with me, baby. You’re going to be okay.”
But as I loosen the ropes that bind her, my heart sinks as I see the extent of her injuries—the blood, the bruises, the torn dress clinging to her battered form.
A sense of helplessness washes over me as I realize the gravity of the situation, the fear of losing her threatening to overwhelm me.
“Please, Jessy,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper as I press a hand to her cheek, willing her to wake up. “Don’t leave me, Jessy. Please, stay with me.”
39
Jessica
As I slowly open my eyes, the harsh glare of lights assaultings all my senses, and I wince as a dull ache reverberates through my body. Blinking away the blur of consciousness, I gradually become aware of my surroundings, the sterile scent of antiseptic permeating the air as I realize that I’m lying in a hospital bed.
