Unheard: Book 3 of The Bound Trilogy

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Washington

~Jack’s POV~

Escaping the hospital was surprisingly easy.

The drugs they pumped into me, burned through my system rather quickly.  None of the nurses had bothered to check up on me after the last injection, so I was able to slip out the window.

Now, standing in Devin’s office, I was trying to find out where the Hell everyone was at.  I know they got a lead and I needed to go where they are to search for Emily.  I need to find my mate.

That’s all that was running through my head.  Find mate.  Find mate.  Must find mate.

Shuffling through papers on his desk, something caught my eye.

It wasn’t anything big or flashy.  Nothing that screamed, ‘I’m a clue!’  It was just a post-it note.  On it was an address and a name.

Kayla Bennett

812 W Eighth St

Antioch, CA 94509

Opening the browser on Devin’s laptop, I put in the address.  The last name Bennett was what caught my attention.  It was the same last name as Cameron, the spy for the Council.

Getting directions, I ran out of the office.  Not bothering to close out of the laptop, the post-it secure in my pocket.

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Pulling up outside the address, I had to take a deep breath to try and control my wolf.  He had wanted to shift and run all the way here.  It would have been faster, but we would have never found the address without my car’s GPS.

Now he wants to bust in there, tear everyone apart, and ask questions later.  I couldn’t do that.  I need to find out what is going on.  I need to find Emily.

Getting out of the car, I walked up the cracked driveway to the front of the run down house.  There were cars in the drive, and toys in the yard.

The doorway was wide open.

Being the Sheriff in our home town, I always carried my gun with me.  Unsnapping it from the holster, I pulled it out and held it towards the ground in both hands.

Edging around the door frame, I brought the gun up, and sweeping the room left to right, I made sure it was clear before proceeding into the house.

There was a deafening silence throughout the home, but I still kept the gun in my hand as I cleared every room.  Once I determined that every room in the house was empty, I made my way back to the living room.

The door was in pieces against the wall.  It looked like someone had been sleeping on the couch and another on the floor.  Taking a deep breath, I was able to detect that Devin and Alexander were the ones that had occupied the living room.  There were traces of other scents as well.

From what I could determine, several men came in and attacked the people in this house.  I have no clue who they were, but everyone was now gone.

Making a decision, I called Devin’s phone.

His ring tone went off near the couch.  Digging through the cushions, I found his phone.

Shutting it off, I collapsed onto the couch to think of a plan.  At this point, I can only assume that my friends had been taken by the same people that took Emily.  I need to know where they went.

The problem…I don’t know who took them, what exactly happened here, or where to begin looking.

Okay, I’m a cop.  I need to treat this as a crime scene.  I need to find clues to help me find them.

I went room to room.  Opening drawers, going through cabinets.  All I found so far, is that one of the rooms belongs to a man—with a penchant for penthouse.  Another room belongs to a boy—the Ninja Turtle covers and action figures gave it away.

I was in the final room.  This must belong to the Kayla chick.  There was a strong scent of Leah here, so she must have been in here last.  Going through the closet, and turning the room upside down, I was only able to find a black flip phone.

Absentmindedly, I opened the phone and tried to find the contacts.  This phone was ancient, but I was finally able to find the contact list.

My brows drew together.  There was only one number on the list.  A familiar number.

Quickly pulling out my phone, I went to my contacts and searched for the one I was looking for.  Sure enough, the number in my phone, matched the number in Kayla’s.

Why the Hell did she have The Council’s number in her phone?

~Emily’s POV~

Something was happening.  There were sounds coming from outside my door.  There was shouting and running feet.

Slipping from the uncomfortable bed, I crept along the wall to the door.  Pressing my ear against the cold steel, I was able to make out that the guards were getting ready for someone’s arrival.

From the sound of it, they were setting up rooms for several new arrivals.  My heart sank.  I felt sorry for the ones they were bringing in.  This was no place for anyone to be.

Pushing away from the door, I felt my way back to the bed.  Laying down, I tried not to think about if I knew the people these bastards were bringing in.  I hoped it wasn’t anyone from my family.  And I especially hoped they hadn’t found Jack.

I don’t know what I would do if they had him here.

I hope with everything in me that he is free and coming up with a plan to get me and my unborn baby out o this hellhole.

As if to comfort me, my baby kicked my stomach.  It was happening more and more lately.  Sometimes it hurt, and others it was a comfort to know I’m not completely alone in this place.

There was a scream from outside my door before I heard the bang of it hitting the wall.  I was on my back so it was hard to sit up, but I did so as quickly as possible and scrunched into the head board of the bed.

“No!” Someone shouted.  The voice sounded familiar, but I was in a panic.  I didn’t know what was going on.  “What are you doing?!  Bring me back my son!”  There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh and then a thump as something hit the floor.  Then the door was closed with a deafening click.

I heard shuffling and whimpering, then a hand hitting the door.  “Please, please, don’t take my little boy.”

I knew that voice.  “Kayla?”

“Oh God.  Emily.  Thank goodness you’re okay.”  I heard her move closer, then felt her hand gently touch my cheek.

“Kayla, what…?  What are you doing here?”  I was completely bewildered.  She worked for these people, why would they lock her up?

“Oh Emily,” she sighed.  “Everything is falling apart.”

I took the hand that was still on my face and brought it down to clasp it in both of mine in my lap.  “What do you mean Kay?  What’s going on?”

The sounds of sniffling and hiccups reached my ears.  “They took my boy from me,” she sobbed.  I was frozen as she collapsed into my lap.  “They broke into my home and took everyone.  They took my boy from me.”

I held her to me as I tried to process what she was saying.  Then something clicked.  I pushed her a little from me and felt for her face.  I could feel the tears streaming from her eyes, but I needed her to know that what I was about to ask was serious.

“Kay, what do you mean by everyone?”

I could hear her hiccup and take deep breaths to control her sobbing.  Her hands landed on my shoulders as she said, “Em, there is something you need to know.”