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Chapter 112: Kaiden

Chapter 112: Kaiden

Kaiden’s POV

I couldn’t sit still. My body felt like a coiled spring, tight and ready to snap at any second. Every step I took as I paced back and forth in the room felt like an eternity.

My mind was racing, bouncing between thoughts, all of them centered on Lucy.

Where the hell is she? Is she okay?

My heart hammered in my chest, and each beat only made the panic claw at my insides.

Selena was sitting there at the corner and enjoying her food like nothing was wrong and it made my blood boil. How could she act so… calm?

She wasn’t just eating, she was eating with Ross, the man who had assulted her daughter. She was acting like they were just having dinner. How could she? If I was her, I would have poisoned his food.

I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. It would be so easy to just walk over and smash that plastic bowl right at her face, to knock some sense into her. But no. I didn’t. I controlled myself. The freaking whole time, I kept chanting, “She is Lucy’s mom.” in my mind so that I won’t end up killing her.

My eyes snapped to my phone. Still no update from the ACP. The seconds stretched on, each one more unbearable than the last. “What the hell was taking them so long?” My pulse was pounding in my ears, and the frustration was building, pressing down on me like a weight.

I ran a hand through my hair, staring at the screen, willing the phone to buzz. Nothing.

I could hear Selena’s plastic fork scraping against the cheap plastic bowl, each squeaky drag slicing through my nerves like a dull blade.

Then came the slurp.

Long, slow, obnoxious. She sucked up her noodles like she had all the time in the world.

Slurp.

You gotta be seriously kidding me.

For the fuck’s sake!

I wanted to scream.

She was still eating–casually–like we weren’t in the middle of a goddamn crisis. Like Lucy wasn’t missing. Like we weren’t all one wrong move away from snapping.

I was about to lose my mind.

Needing to anchor myself to something else, I glanced at Ross who had finished eating his food. He was watching me now -eyes wide, jittery.

Good. He should be nervous.

I wasn’t letting him go until Lucy was safe.

Selena might believe he’s telling the truth, but I couldn’t trust his energy. Something about him felt slippery, too smooth. Like the second I untied him, he’d vanish–and we’d be back at square one.

Not happening. Not on my watch.

Suddenly, the phone rang, slicing through the tense silence like a knife.

I snatched it up without thinking, my heart hammering against my ribs as the ACP’s voice came through the other end. “Did you find anything?” I growled, fingers gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles ached. The urge to snap Barbara’s neck was getting harder to ignore.

“Put it on speaker,” Selena whispered from across the room.

I didn’t even look at her.

“Yes,” the ACP replied.

Successfully unlocked!

Selena, too far to catch the words, huffed and comped her how-

hed neule bowl right on Ross’s head, then stormed

toward me. Desperation practically oozed off her as she crowded close, practically gluing her ear to the back of my phone.

Her breath was fast and shaky when she whispered, “What’s the news?”

I didn’t answer.

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Chapter 112: Kaiden

“We’ve got the location,” the ACP said, his voice calm, like that would help. “Don’t worry. We’ll get her out safe.”

But it only made my blood boil.

Don’t worry?

We’re way past that.

Trust Lucy’s life to the police?

No.

Hell no.

“Send me the location,” I said, voice low, tight, and on the edge of snapping.

“But… I can’t-” the ACP started, fumbling through protocol or excuses–whatever it was, I didn’t care.

“For God’s sake, send me the fucking location!”

My voice exploded through the line, a roar born of fear and fury.

I didn’t care who I was yelling at.

ACP? Officer? The goddamn President? Didn’t matter.

Lucy was out there, somewhere, in danger–and if I didn’t get to her soon, I’d lose my goddamn mind. “Right now!” I barked.

Selena flinched beside me, her spine going rigid from the sheer force in my tone.

But I didn’t care.

I couldn’t.

I was barely holding myself together.

One more second of waiting and I’d go feral.

There was a pause. Then-

“Okay,” the ACP muttered, clearly rattled before he hung up the call.

Click.

The sound reverberated in my skull, a finality that made my heart skip a beat. For a long moment, the world felt unnervingly still–like the calm before a storm that I knew was about to crash.

Then, the buzz.

My phone vibrated in my hand, sharp and insistent, cutting through the tension like a knife. I froze, breath catching in my throat as the screen flickered to life.

A new message.

Coordinates.

My pulse hammered in my throat as I opened the map. The world around me narrowed as I focused on the screen, my eyes scanning the jagged lines of the unfamiliar terrain. My breath hitched.

I felt a tremor deep in my chest–fury, fear, and something darker churning beneath the surface.

Selena, unable to stay away for even a second, leaned over my shoulder, her presence as suffocating as the weight in my chest. I could feel her breath, warm and rushed, tickling the back of my neck as her gaze locked onto the map.

“It’s fucking in the middle of the jungle,” she muttered, her voice like a cold gust of wind that somehow chilled me even further.

I didn’t bother looking at her. I didn’t need to.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket, the act abrupt, like slamming the door on a nightmare. My body was rigid, fists clenched at my sides. The weight of the situation, the gravity of it, pressed down on me–like an iron fist slowly crushing the air from my lungs.

“It’s just the middle of the jungle, I growled through gritted teeth, each word sharp, colder than I intended. But the anger needed an outlet, even if it was in the wrong direction. I turned to face Selena, my eyes narrowing. “For Lucy, I would go to the middle of the earth’s crust if I had to.”

And it wasn’t a lie.

I was willing to fight through any obstacle, no matter how thick the vines, how deep the mud, or how terrifying the

darkness of that godforsaken jungle might be. Nothing–nothing–was going to stop me. Not the jungle. Not the fear gnawing at my insides. Not even the pull of the earth’s core itself.