Chapter 298 298

Chapter 298 298
Oscar
Wake up.
Open your eyes.
Luna is in danger.
Wake up!
I open my eyes and shoot upright. My head spins and I feel so disoriented I can barely recognize where I am—I think it’s the infirmary.
“Hey! Easy, you might fall,” says Jenkins—or at least a blurry version of her—appearing in front of me and shining a small flashlight into my eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Dizzy,” I say, though my voice sounds more like a croak.
“That’s normal.”
I blink a few times until the room finally stops spinning.
“Where’s Luna?” I asked, locking my eyes with Jenkins.
She sighs and pushes a metal tray on a medical cart toward me. It takes a few seconds for me to recognize the small objects on it.
“I spent nearly three hours removing explosives from the back of your neck. Trust me, it wasn’t easy.” I frown and touch the back of my neck. It’s covered by a bandage I hadn’t even noticed.
“What’s going on? I don’t understand any of this. Where the hell is Luna?”
“Saving your life,” she scoffs, picking up one of the tiny explosives between her thumb and forefinger. “This was implanted in you a couple of nights ago.”
“What?! By who?!”
My first thought was that maybe it was Luna—but I quickly dismissed it. She would never do that to me. Someone must be forcing her to act this way, I’m sure of it.
“According to Luna, a woman named Raina.”
“Raina? That doesn’t make any sense,” I mutter.
“It does if that woman works for Samuel and got close to you to spy on us. At least, that’s what he told Luna.”
“Him?” My entire body tenses and my fists clench. “Samuel?” Jenkins nods, and I leap off the examination table. Luckily, I managed to stay on my feet. “Tell me Luna’s not with him right now.”
“I can’t do that, Oscar. She had orders—to kill Jackson Black and go back to Samuel. If she didn’t, you would die.”
“No,” I whisper, running both hands through my hair.
The infirmary door bursts open, and Zeldric, Lagos, Alex, Angy, and Ness come in one after the other.
“Good, you’re awake. Just in time,” Zeldric says. His face is bruised, just like Lagos and Alex.
“Just in time for what?!” I yell. “You let Luna go with Samu, for fuck’s sake!”
“She went to save your life,” Ness cuts in.
“My life?! What about hers?! She’s with him—the bastard who raped her as a child, with their father—the one who left her locked in the basement! He’s a piece of shit with zero humanity, and you let him take her!”
Jenkins smirks and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Do you think we let her go without a plan?”
I look at her, confused, and Pablo rushes into the infirmary.
“Zeldric, we’ve got her,” he says, and our leader smiles too.
“Good. Take her to the basement. We’ll speak with her now.”
“Who is it?” I ask.
“Your friend Raina. I had her brought here. Let’s see what she has to say about Samuel’s whereabouts.”
“So you don’t know where he is—or where Luna is either,” I conclude.
“Not exactly,” Angy replies. “But we’ll know soon. She’s carrying a tracker that’ll activate in…” She checks her watch and smiles. “Three minutes. Then we’ll have her exact location.”
“And with a little luck, Raina might give us some insight on what we’ll be walking into when we go get her,” adds Lagos.
“We go?” I ask, breath quickening. I knew I would go, but I didn’t think they would.
Zeldric steps closer and gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Of course. Luna is family—and your woman. Clan Z takes care of its own.” He lets go and takes a puff from his cigar. “Let’s get moving. We don’t have much time.”
Luna
Two of Samuel’s thugs pick me up in the same spot where they ambushed me the first time. Maybe if I hadn’t been so stubborn about not wanting an escort, none of this would’ve happened. I didn’t even make it to the club last night. Halfway there, several vehicles ran me off the road. Some guys threw a dark fabric sack over my head, and after nearly an hour locked in a car trunk, my brother’s face was the first thing I saw.
I thought he’d kill me, but his orders were clear—I had to kill Jackson so he couldn’t snitch to Zeldric, and in the morning, a car would come to take me back. If I failed at either task, Oscar would die. That blonde bitch was shady the moment I saw her, I knew it—but jealousy clouded my judgment. I should’ve investigated her.
The two men get out of the car, and one of them approaches me with the sack.
“That’s not necessary,” I mutter, pulling back.
They both grin, and I don’t see the slap coming—it turns my face to the side. They cover my head, and a pair of hands run over every inch of my body, checking to see if I’m carrying weapons or anything that might give them away. Then they tie my hands behind my back with a plastic zip-tie.
“She’s clean,” one of them says.
“Now shut up, bitch,” the other one growls, and after shoving me toward the trunk, I hear the door slam shut violently.