Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Zachary ~56~

I found her.

Holy shit, I found her!

I ran out of my room, stumbling due to my stiff bones. I crashed into Atticus who glared down at me. I roll my eyes and grab his shirt, dragging him to the living room where Callan was moping. Somehow I gained superhuman strength, almost throwing Atticus down beside Callan.

I cast my laptop screen onto the TV, ignoring their questions and curses.

A good friend of ours, Archer, was on Facetime with me, telling me all the details he found. I set my laptop down and watched the TV.

"We found her. But we can't put a pin on the location, something is blocking the signals." I inform the other two, watching them straighten up in the corner of my eye. Archer stayed quiet on the call, doing what he did best.

Atticus was pissed at the twins for not doing their job correctly, but he still had them looking for her. Thankfully. Because if it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have found where they were keeping her. They were already on their way to the location the coordinates stayed on for a while, scoping out the area to find where this place was.

The signals were messed up, telling us it was underground but then saying it was 100 feet in the air. Everything was shit. But we still found her.

After a week and a half of not having her here with us, of not holding her, of not finding her. We did it.

Atticus got up and went to the kitchen, chugging down a shit ton of water and juice, trying to sober himself up. Callan was rubbing his eyes, looking in the corner of the room cautiously.

Damn, thank God I don't suck like they do.

Minutes turned into hours. Archer was still trying to pinpoint where the base was. That's when it threw us to Italy, then Ukraine, then Honduras, and then back here. It was so confusing.

The twins had scoped out the spots where the Panthers had their bases, not finding anything that could lead us anywhere.

Night had fallen, and we were still looking for her exact location. I hoped she was okay... Damn it, I prayed she was okay.

When all hope started to fade, Archer jumped out of his chair, making the camera on his side of the call fall. He recovered quickly and threw the map onto my screen which went to the TV.

There, with no glitches or lagging, was her location. All three of us jumped up and stared at the map.

"I'll call Ricardo. He owes me, he can fly us over tonight." Callan said, running out of the living room and down the hall to his room. Atticus just stayed still, staring at the screen.

In all our years of sharing a submissive, I've never seen him so hooked on one before. The man told her he loved her. Atticus hasn't said those words to anyone. Ever. The only time I heard him say that was when he finally managed to make the perfect Croissant.

But there he went, saying it to our beautiful Brooklyn. She wasn't just a submissive... she was our lover.

I sent the coordinates to Callan and the twins, clapping Atticus on the back softly.

"We're gonna get her. She's coming home."

~

Boarding the private jet, we took our seats, waiting for the plane to take off. Atticus had called up Dante and two other guys to back us up. We were stupid, but we weren't stupid enough to waltz into their base with no backup.

Dante and Ricardo were very skilled men, the twins were deadly and quiet, Mica and Leo were quick and ruthless, and Callan and Atticus were everything combined.

I had my own weapons, not giving a shit about losing my job. I had condos in the Caribbean that could maintain me.

It's crazy how much has changed between us all in such little time. She's changed us so much. Atticus is talking more than ever. He's even laughing now because of her. And ever since she caught Callan burning holes into whatever with his cigarettes because of stress, he hasn't smoked again. I admit that old habits of mine have stopped because of her. I stopped picking at my eyebrows and chewing on my cheek.

Everything felt more at ease with her around. It helped us relax more. She helped us.

Now, our nights aren't filled with the scent of liquor, smoke, and nicotine. It isn't filled with the sounds of glass smashing, or furniture being destroyed. It was filled with nothing other than peace.

The plane took off, and the air in the plane was tense and anxious. It felt suffocating.

We were going to find her.

Even when she's hidden away in North Dakota. We were going to find her.

And when we do, I'll make sure she knows how much I love her. I'll make sure she knows how much she means to me. I'll make sure she knows that she's the oxygen in my lungs.

After about an hour in, I stood and walked the plane, stretching out my limbs. I noticed Callan fast asleep against Dante's shoulder. I didn't wake him, knowing how much he needed this rest.

The twins were curled up against each other like cats, sleeping the flight away. As tough as they were, they hated heights. I suppose everyone has their weakness.

Atticus was looking out of the window, watching the clouds go by. I knew he was feeling less tense now that he knew we were closer to her. Now that he knew he had Mica and Leo already in South Dakota, making them drive to North Dakota since they were closer.

She's going to be okay. I knew she was still alive, something in me told me she was.

I just hoped she knew we were coming for her.

I sit beside Atticus, making him look at me for a moment and then look away again. I lean my head back against the seat, sighing softly.

"I'm sorry for beating you up." I apologize, not liking the tension between us. He snorts and shakes his head, pinching my elbow harshly. I hiss and punch his thigh, making him chuckle softly.

"You good. And you didn't beat me up. It was quite the opposite." He huffed, looking out the window again. "How long is the trip?"

"About 5 hours. Try to sleep, we need as much energy as we can get." I sigh, standing up and going back to my seat. I grab my phone and click Brooklyn's contact, calling it just to hear her voicemail.

'Hi! If I didn't answer it's either cause I'm asleep, I don't wanna answer you, or I'm solving world hunger. Leave a message for me!'

I couldn't help the smile from gracing my face.

"We're coming for you, Brooklyn. We're almost there, my love." I say into the phone. Maybe it was an unhealthy thing to do, but I've been leaving her messages and updates ever since she went missing. I knew she wouldn't answer since we had her phone but... It still brought me a sense of tranquility... hope.

I tuck my phone away and look out of the window. Watching the clouds fly past. Admiring the terrain below as we cruised over the other states.

I sighed softly, closing my eyes to try and get some rest. To try and make the time go past a little quicker.

Suddenly, 5 hours felt like days.

Finally, my body succumbed to the dark abyss of sleep. Letting rest drag me into the darkness by the hand.