Runner (Riders of Apollo #3)

Chapter Thirty: Mika Sage

It's coming up on a month of him being gone, sleeping has gotten easier only because exhaustion is more present than before. Oliver still has nightmares every night and wakes up screaming and crying, effectively ripping my heart out of my chest as I hope for the best but keep having the worst thrown in my face.

We need more people to breach the summer house, it's surrounded by a heavily armed guard, a fucking wall with barbed wire blocking in the whole property and only one way in that's protected with hand scans and eye scans. I can hack the code but that'll only unlock the next level of encryption and hacking through biometrics would take another few months and we can't wait that long.

God knows what they're doing to him. 

Thankfully, Saviour was forced to have our little Miracle early as the extra stress this has put on her was causing risk to the baby. Hope Mira Hayes was born over a week ago at a healthy weight and came home three days ago. This means - despite Reign's protests - we can send her in to get Runner. 

At the moment we're waiting for the Italian, Russian and Mexican Dons to arrive, having been called in by Saviour just this morning. It has been hours but all three of them had been elsewhere unlike last time when they rocked up in less than an hour. My chest keeps getting tighter, sometimes I find it hard to breathe and I know everyone is extremely concerned for Ollie's and I's health which I appreciate greatly.

"Hola, mi hermana, we are sorry to be here under such circumstances." (hello, my sister) Matías greets as he enters the building with Lucia wrapped around his arm and a large man behind him. Supposedly protection, not that those two aren't lethal enough on their own. Lucia is fire wrapped in silk with a forked tongue and perfected precision with any weapon she gets her hands on. Matías is quiet, thoughtful, whip smart and has a dark side that competes with the devil.

"Do shut up, spagnolo. Nobody cares for your sentiment." (Spaniard) The Italian Don, Lorenzo, is gorgeous with close cropped hair and dark eyes. The tattoos are supposed to resemble his kills and provides a silent intimidation to his vibe and he walks proudly with a cane swinging from his jewelled fingers. He likes to show off his wealth, looking similar to a CEO perhaps but a hundred times as deadly. The rumours about him would scare any normal person away.

"You always bring all of us, Peyton, even with the arguments." The Russian Don, Iosif, is taller than anyone I've seen with a deep, gravelly voice and sharp eyes that could cut. He has a far better temper than the other two but when he does snap it seems everyone is the vicinity gets injured or goes deaf. This man is called the Bogeyman in his country so it doesn't exactly breed trust with the rest of us but since he loves Saviour, we're fine.

"I need all of you." Saviour replies with a shrug of her shoulder, cuddling her baby closer to her chest before the Russian asks for a ′prizhimat'sya′ which I assume means hug or something because Miracle is then placed in his awaited arms as he chatters nonsensically away to the bundle of joy as the rest of us look on in confusion.

"Do tell, darling, what are we here for?" Lorenzo asks, taking a seat on the only free couch in the room that the club saved especially for them as the rest of us are scattered across the room.

"My best friend got caught... again. He's in a heavily protected summer house two hours from here and we wouldn't be able to breach it without more firepower."

"Runner got caught again? He does like to get himself into trouble... we can spare twenty soldiers for you, armed and trained." Matías offers up and my heart starts to lift with hope.

"Yes, he was quite nice and I appreciated his company." Lucia follows up, her arms still wrapped around Matías' left arm. I don't think I've ever seen them very far away from each other, even if they're not touching they're in the same room or within shouting distance of each other.