Rayzen sat at the edge of his bed, tapping his fingers on the nightstand, trying to keep himself busy. But his mind wouldn't stop.
Alea.Where the hell was she?
The sound of his phone ringing broke the silence, and he grabbed it almost immediately.
"Rayzen," he answered, his voice low, irritation mixing with worry. It was getting late, and still no sign of Alea.
"R-R-R-Rayzen!" came a shaky voice from the other end.
It was Jax. Of course.
Rayzen rolled his eyes. "Jax, what now?"
"L-L-Look, I—uh—I don't know how to say this, but…" Jax's voice trembled. "We found Alea."
Rayzen froze. His heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"Yes! We found her! But…" Jax continued, but there was a long pause before he spoke again, clearly unsure of how to break the news. "She's not exactly in good shape, man. She's... tied up and bruised."
Rayzen's jaw clenched so tight, he thought his teeth might crack.
Selia. I knew it.
"Where is she?!" Rayzen barked, standing up so fast the chair he was sitting in tipped over.
"Um, we're at the old warehouse by the docks," Jax said quickly, voice still trembling. "Finn's with her, but, uh, I think we need backup. I-I'm not going in there alone. There's no telling who else is with her."
Rayzen's eyes narrowed, a dark fury rising within him. "Don't move. We'll be there in ten."
He hung up, fists clenched.
Finn and Jax had found her, and now it was time to make sure Selia and whoever else was behind this paid for what they did.
Rayzen's hand gripped his leather jacket, pulling it on. The mission was simple: save Alea. Destroy anyone who got in the way.