Page 35 of Saviour
“Miss Shaw, you’re forgetting who's in charge here. Watch your back, little girl.”
The door to my left opens and a guard leans into the car, dragging me out and throwing me, my ass landing hard on the gravel. Carlo throws his cigar down next to me and I shuffle backwards from it so the lit tip doesn’t burn me. With a smug grin from Carlo, the door closes and the car drives off back down the driveway.
Ilet her run because I feel like a huge part of what she said is true. Am I using her to fill the void that King, Puck, and Bonnie have left? That’s not fair to her, but I’ve been alone for months now. If I was using somebody for that, I would have found someone much earlier.
There’s just something about Rori that I can’t explain. So I let her run. She always runs, but we seem to always catch up to each other and I can’t help but see that as a sign.
I have to find them. I need to find King and Puck.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial Emerson’s number, already knowing he’s going to be pissed.
His voice comes through after a few rings. “Oh, so now you want me?”
“I’m sorry, man. Life’s a bit hectic at the moment.”
“You mean compared to normal?” he questions and I can’t deny he’s right. “Whatever, man, this is your cousin not mine.”
“I know, Em, I’m sorry. But I want to know. I’m ready now. What have you got?”
He lets out a huge sigh and then continues.
“I heard Kennedy on the phone the other day when I was trying to reach you before. He was talking to Carlo about a prison. I don’t have a lot of details, just that Kennedy is going there in a month or so for some business.”
“A prison?”
“Yep. Fuck knows where it is. Look, I’ll try and get in with it, see if he’ll take me. Theo’s mopey at the moment, so he might let me have a night off watching her if I can convince him to let me come.”
I have no idea if Emerson knows King was sneaking out to see Theo, so I keep my mouth shut just in case. No wonder the girl’s moping about. I am too, aren't I?
“Keep me updated, Emerson. I’ll see if I can find anything out about a prison on my end.”
“No problem, mate.”
“Emerson. Thank you.”
I hang up and head back towards the First District and end up at Sophie’s. Heading inside, it’s pretty empty, but noticing the clock on the wall, I see it’s only eleven in the morning, so I’m not surprised. Sophie is the only one here from what I can see and she hangs a glass back up on the rack before turning to me.
“It’s been a few days, Dax. I was beginning to think I’d never see you again.”
I nod at her and point to the scotch behind the bar, and Sophie gets to work pouring me one.
“I’ve had other things on my mind,” I murmur.
“Like that girl?” She raises her brows as she continues to dry glasses.
“Is she here?” I question and she smiles.
“She’s run already? What’s it been, three days? That’s not half bad.”
“Shut up, Soph.”
“She’s not here. Some of the girls saw her a couple of days ago sitting right on that stool, but Carlo came and well, did what Carlo does best. If she ran, I can’t imagine her coming here where she knows she can be found.”
“I know you’re right. I just thought I’d try.”
“Who is she?” she questions and I know she must be wondering just who the hell she is to be causing me this much grief.
“Honestly, Soph, I have no idea. I followed her to your bar a few days ago. First time I met her. Carlo is using her to get to me.”
