Page 79 of Madness & Mayhem
Posie’s face wrinkles. “Shut the fuck up, Kyler.”
I let out an unsteady breath, shaking out my arms and fingers as I hop onto the sidewalk.
“Just stay by the back door. There’s a dumpster back there, so if you hear any noise, hide under it. Not behind it, but under it. Got me?” Archer levels me a look.
I nod, watching him closely. “Got it.”
We pause on the corner beside an oak tree, and Posie pulls off the side of the road and makes her way across the street, to the visitors’ entrance of the prison.
“Fuck, this could go so wrong,” I groan, watching Posie park off to the side of the entrance.
Archer reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. I glance up at him, and he’s watching me with an assuredness I didn’t realize I needed. “We’re going to get him out of there, Lakyn. We’ll get him back for you.”
I squeeze his hand, emotion bubbling in my chest, but I refuse to let it free. “Thank you, Arch. For everything.”
He nods, pinching his lips together. “Anything for you, baby Lake.”
The truck is shifted into park, and Kyler steps out, running his fingers through his hair about a million times. He gives a thumbs-up to Posie, and I can’t help but crack a smile as a whole new persona overtakes him. He looks like a distraught father-to-be as he slouches a little bit, moving his hands erratically as he races to the entrance.
“Holy shit, he got ugly quick,” Archer grumbles.
I chuckle, curling my toes in my boots as I wait for the go-ahead. Posie waits a few minutes, and then I watch as the taillights light up as she shifts into drive. She pulls around the parking lot and gives us a thumbs-up through the window as she drives around the side of the building.
“I’m going to go. I’ll see you guys on the flip side,” Archer gives us a nod before darting across the street.
I turn to Eloise. “I better go too. Wait by the back door. Will you be okay?”
Eloise stares at me a moment before giving me a single nod. “I’m going to head across the street, wait for Kyler to bring them out here and distract them and I’ll slip inside. I’ll see you in a bit?” Eloise is cold, which I feel is completely valid, but it still hurts to see her not the friendly, bubbly girl she used to be.
“Yeah. I’ll see you in a bit,” I mumble, and then I pull my hood over my head and dart across the street. I go in the opposite direction of Archer, making my way toward the backside of the jail.
Once I make it to the door, I crouch down beside it, my entire body coiled tight as I wait to see Reign.
I only saw him this morning, but it feels like I haven’t seen him in ages. I miss him, and I want him to be okay. I want him to know that I’m okay.
We’ll be okay.
Please be okay.
Chapter FOURTEEN
REIGN
The low hum that groans throughout the building suddenly stops, and my eyes shoot open, staring at the pitch-black ceiling.
“What was that?” the guy from across the hall asks, standing up and walking to the bars.
A few other people start shouting too, and my stomach burns with realization.
She’s here.
I stand off the bed, going up to the bars and staring at the dude on the other side.
“What do you think is going on?” he asks loudly over the shouting.
I shrug, keeping my eyes down the hall. The power went out, as well as whatever that hum is. The small, barred windows barely let in any moonlight, but my eyes have adjusted quickly.
“This has never happened before,” he says, clearly wanting me to start up a conversation with him.