The drive to Richmond felt endless. Each jolt of the car sent sharp pains through my abdomen, but I gritted my teeth and focused on the mission. The streets of Vancouver were a blur of lights and shadows that whizzed past the window as I stared out, my mind too consumed with worry and pain to register anything clearly.
Jack carefully navigated the streets, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror every few seconds. He was just as paranoid as I was. We couldn't afford to be followed.
"We're almost there," Jack said, his voice low and tense.
"Who are we meeting?" I asked, my voice strained from the pain.
"An old contact of mine," Jack replied. "He goes by the name 'Ghost.' If anyone knows where X is hiding, it's him."
Ghost. He used to be a legend in our world, a man who thrived in the shadows and had eyes and ears everywhere. If anyone could help us, it was him.
We pulled into a deserted industrial area. Jack parked the car in a secluded spot, and we got out, making our way to a nondescript warehouse. Every step was excruciating as I gripped my wound, my arm around Jack's shoulder to support me. I forced myself to keep moving, driven by my determination to save Emily.
Jack knocked on the large iron door in a specific pattern, seven knocks, and after a tense moment, it creaked open. A tall, wiry man stood in the doorway, his face partially hidden by the shadows.
"Ghost," Jack said, nodding in greeting.
"Jack Evans, well I never," Ghost replied, his voice low but sounding pleasantly surprised. His eyes momentarily flicked to me, taking in my disheveled appearance and as I continued to grip my abdomen. "Hemsworth. You look like shit."
"Thanks. Nice to see you too," I muttered.
Ghost stepped aside, motioning for us to enter, his eyes looking cautiously outside for a moment longer. The warehouse was empty, cold and dark, save for a single table in one corner. It was the perfect place for a covert meeting.
"So. What's the urgency?" Ghost asked, leading us to the table.
"X has kidnapped my girlfriend," I said bluntly, lowering myself into a chair with a wince. "We need to know where he's hiding her."
Ghost leaned back and scoffed, sounding slightly amused. "You have a girlfriend now? Huh... Well, X is a slippery bastard. He's not easy to find. But I've heard whispers..."
"Whispers?" Jack echoed, leaning forward.
"He's probably lying low," Ghost said. "But there's been some activity reported near an abandoned warehouse at the docks. Could be him."
"Do you have an address?" I asked.
Ghost scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "That's your best bet. But be careful. If X is there, he'll be heavily guarded."
"Thanks, mate," Jack said, standing up.
"Don't thank me yet," Ghost replied, his eyes locking onto mine. "You owe me for this."
I nodded, knowing that in our world, favours always came with a price. "We'll pay you back."
With the address in hand, we made our way back to the car.
As we drove towards the docks, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest. X was a dangerous man, and this rescue mission was fraught with risks. But I had no choice.
YOU ARE READING
Fear
RomanceIt's been five years since that fateful Friday night. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now look at me. If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be kidnapped and fall in love with my kidnapper, I would have laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous...