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I sat beside him, pointing out the locations I knew, the forgotten alleyways, the abandoned buildings where the Scorpions used to stash their weapons. Drake listened. He asked questions. He treated me like an equal. “There’s a warehouse on the south side of the river,” I said, pointing at a faded map. “It used to be a front for drug trafficking. Linda knew the owner. If Elias is hiding anywhere, it’s there.” Drake’s eyes lit up. He pulled out his phone, sending a message to his men. “I’ll have them scout it tonight.” “Be careful,” I said, my hand resting on his arm.

ZLI The next seventy-six hours are a blurry, high-definition nightmare. We successfully evade the Crimson Dragons, ghosting through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan and slipping across the bridge into a different world. Ron revealed he had a secure bolthole he keeps for the absolute worst-case scenarios. This one isn't in a flashy high-rise; it’s a sprawling, ultra-modern Hudson Valley Estate, tucked behind iron gates and acres of dense forest. “Even more discreet than my place in the city,” Ron says, his voice a low rasp as he maneuvers the stolen taxi up the winding, private drive. “No cameras out here that aren't mine. No neighbors for three miles.”

Acquaintance or not, I was not going to spare anyone that messed with me. I saw him in this location here and found him in this drive inn in the far end of the town, where most of the crimes happen. Not an issue for me, my crime's covered. I don't need one, but it's rather absurd to have a bruised up man walk over an old grandma and beg for help.

They were different from the normal brand-name clothing I typically wore. Once Rylee was satisfied with my new look I ran outside to my car and headed to the pub. I was nervous as Billie Bones pub was located on the dark side of the city. Crime was really high in that area. But this was something I really wanted to do. So in the meantime, I decided to put my big girl pants on and focused on getting there on time. I parked my car in an overnight parking garage not too far away, hoping for the best.

After midnight, the rogue district in south Seattle was bathed in the dim glow of streetlights. This was the city's underbelly, a haven for wolves cast out by their packs. The air stank of cheap alcohol, sweat, and despair. A black SUV pulled to a stop in front of the "Moonlit Bar," the most notorious spot in the district. The doors opened, and two burly men got out. They opened the trunk and dragged out a barely conscious Crystal.

Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening. But behind that frozen landscape, the dark battle was heating up. Clarisse was shot at the Holt network casino. Adrian shifts the blame to Vendrake. The police begin to smell Holt’s drug network. And—further in the distance—Evelyn Moreau and Reo finally find the most important crack.

One of the members of her gang ending up as a traitor in exchange of money made them busier than ever as they had to trace every person that he had been in contact with in case he spilled the information about their drug business to people other than the boss of Blood Trouble, which was the second most powerful gang in Flyve City and Dead Soul’s main rival. After receiving a call from Ruby, Dakota did not waste any time as she immediately told Knives to come with her to the location that her rival gave for them to meet up. Since they would surely be talking about drugs, it was already expected that they would be going to a place that almost everyone did not know the existence of.

He answered my question after he had gotten the information he wanted. “She’s with my men. I’m done with her. Like you said, she can’t help me.” “Send me the address.” “I will.” The call cut off. Moments later, a text came in. It was the location. I zoomed in on the map. The warehouse district was where most crimes happened in this city. It is the shitty part of the town, men around there were notorious and known for raping. My jaw tightened. If they laid a finger on her, if they touched one strand of her hair, I’d burn that whole fucking block to the ground.

My mind couldn’t conjure up a nightmare that was more frightening than reality. ‘She is.’ Asher replied to Drake, smirking when I turned and caught him watching me. ‘Why, what’s up?’ ‘There was another murder. You both need to come down here now, like right now.’ ‘Here’ turned out to be in the center of town, right out front of the University. Local and campus police did their jobs, securing the scene until Asher and I arrived. We had Cordelia and Rowena wait in the car when we saw the growing crowd pressing at the boundaries of the caution tape.

The ride didn’t even last ten minutes and we were standing in front of a small convenience store that stood in the center of the street we're at with the yellow police tapes that state boldly in block black letters 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS" The small building was the only one in that side of the street and it was surrounded by houses that were desolate and unoccupied and looked like they would collapse to the ground with just a single touch. There were buildings on the other side of the street , and their chimneys bore out smokes that indicated they were inhabited by people unlike the ones on this side of the street where I and the detective stood. I knew instantly where this place was and