A Twisted Fantasy (Leon Kennedy X OC) [BOOK 2]

Chapter 24: 'IT' is not friendly

"She hasn't moved in 10 minutes," I fretted, looking down at the blinking red dot on my blackberry.

"We're almost there," Leon said, leading the way down yet another gray corridor.

As we turned the corner, we came to a small passenger lift.

Finally.

I climbed on, pressing my back against the railing as I continued to chew my cheek and stare down at my blackberry.

Leon pressed the button for the lift and turned back toward me. The small platform began a smooth downward descent, taking us down a dirty cement shaft.

I rocked back and forth on the pads of my boots as our vertical coordinates began to fall, closing in on Ashley's elevation. Fuck we need to get her back soon.

Leon pressed a hand down on my device, covering the screen and drawing my attention toward him.

"Staring at it isn't gonna make the tracker move. We'll get to her."

I nodded, slipping the blackberry into my pocket and letting out a sigh. He gave me a satisfied smile as his hand returned to rest on the railing behind him.

My gaze lingered on his mouth, and the way the small smile softened his features. I've never met someone with such an alluring mouth, the shape of his lips bringing me back to the kiss we shared in the sewers of Raccoon City.

I couldn't help the smile tugging at my mouth as I thought about what he said on the boat, how he recalled our kiss with that damned smirk on his face.

His smile grew wider now as mine did.

"Something funny?" He said, cocking a brow.

I waved him off, "No, nothing at all."

He hummed in response as the elevator slowed and came to a stop at the bottom of the shaft.

The cement tunnel the elevator left us in quickly turned to brown dirt walls ahead, with torches lining the passage every few meters. It was hard to make out what was in the room past the end of the tunnel, but it looked like there was some kind of metal structure there.

I moved forward, listening to the crunch of dirt under my boots as we stomped down the tunnel. The tracker had stopped moving somewhere just up ahead.

The room ahead became more clear, and the metal structure seemed to be a cage filled with shipping containers.

We made it to the mouth of the tunnel, and I cringed as we took in the death trap laid out in front of us.

A cage was dangling over a steep ravine suspended from the ceiling by sets of thick rusted chains. The cage had an opening pointed toward us with a single sheet of metal connecting it to the ledge.

Alright, definitely not going in there. I pulled my eyes away from the oversized birdcage from hell to look down at my blackberry again. The tracker was just a few feet away.

I took a few steps to the left, scanning the area until stopping at a small puddle of water. My small tracker was sitting at the bottom of the clear pool, blinking its small red light.

"Damn it," I hissed, plucking the tracker out of the water and shoving it back into the case.

"Did he want us down here?" Leon said, looking back to the cage.

Shit. Did he really bring Ashley down here, or did he send one of his lackeys to drop this down here and throw us off his trail?

I let out a groan and threw my head back.