Chapter 217
“What about her? I am to be your fucking mate!” she spits at him not holding back any of the venom she feels for my mate.
“Shut up, that isn’t what I mean, but something is wrong, I felt the bond sever,” he coughs out, and she waits for him to regain his breath. Clearly, the broken mate bond is having adverse effects on him already.
“I don’t know, but you need to get here so I can mark you. I think they may have killed her, or. I don’t know. I’m not good and I am as trapped as you right now,” he tells her.
“What do you mean? How can I get to you, I fucking stranded.” she tells him.
“I don’t know, ring your damn mother, but I need to mark you or I may be tempted to mark one of these bitches, I am in fucking agony right now.”
“Bitches? I was kidnapped and you have been fooling around with other women!” she shrieks and I jump, slightly startled at her tone, like she forgot completely she is meant to be getting answers and not quarreling with her boyfriend.
Rhett coughs again, this time is a deep throaty cough, and it takes him a few seconds to catch his breath.
“No, of course not. I tried to get back to you both, but when I did Alpha Jefferson’s pack was searching the docks, I hid in one of the containers when I was fucking locked in.” he growls.
“A container?”
“Yes, are you fucking listening to anything I am saying. I am stuck in a container headed to the King Alaric’s we had to move the shipments when we got word of being raided from Clyde,” he says and I clench my fists and Damian steps forward at hearing Clyde’s name, we suspected it might be him but weren’t 100% sure, but hearing Rhett say it we now
are.
“Clyde rang and told us to move everything to the trucks, we loaded what we could and the rest we dumped when Jefferson’s pack showed up to the raid, I jumped into a container and now am stuck on a truck to god knows where.”
“Shit, which port are you being taken to, I can try to meet you there?”
“I don’t fucking know, all I know is I’ve been stuck in this damn container with King Alaric’s shipment, Clyde is also trying to locate me, I am just glad I jumped in the right one, or I would be at the bottom of the docks right now.” I glance at Damian, my stomach twisting at his words, knowing we have bodies to retrieve, but also trucks with hostages to locate.
Rhett falls silent and Bianca looks at me nervously. And I mouth to her to find out which trucking company. She nods.
“Which trucking company, I will try to get a hold of King Alaric and see if he can make the trucks pull over.” she tells him.
“Good luck, I’ve been trying to reach him since all this shit went down, he blocked my number, clearly wanting nothing linking back to him, the bastard.”
“I told you this was a bad.”
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“Shut up, I am already kicking myself enough without you. starting on me.” Rhett snarls through the phone. Bianca sighs.
“Fine, do you know where the trucks were headed?” she asks.
“To the eastern checkpoint, from what I heard one of the men say, but the route… I’m not sure.” Rhett responds, his voice raspy with frustration. “Listen, if you somehow make it to Alaric, tell him the shipment he’s waiting for is locked in a bloody container with me.”
Bianca lets out a nervous sigh, her hand shaking as she clutches the borrowed phone tighter. “I’ll do what I can,” she promises.
“Look for a company called Boreal Transports. They’re the only ones we pass our shipments to,” Rhett says, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s a faint rustling on the other end of the line, and he curses under his breath.
“Be careful! And remember, Boreal Transports!” Rhett repeats urgently.
“I will.”
“I need to go, so I can conserve battery. Ring me when you find a way out of the town, call your mother, she’ll help.” Rhett tells her before hanging up.
Damian and I exchange glances.
