I couldn't even think about the possibility of sleep. I've been driving around the city, hopelessly looking for Rebma until the sun came up. The last time I saw her, was when Xavier carried her out of the club and there was nothing I could do about it. Not with half of my fucking body completely numb! I got Myra to thank for that one.

"Any messages yet?" I ask Owen when he walks back onto the kitchen. I'm just happy that all of Sterling's members are gone by now. Out to wait for orders. Gareth, his son, Falco, and of course Nixon are all already on their way to Tygerwell - they're organizing a new gang house for Sterling.

"No messages, you?" Owen asks Sean.

"Why would I get a message?" Sean asks. "I'm just Sean the driver," he adds with a mumble. 

"True," I sigh. Rebma would message either me or Owen first.

"You guys still freaking out about this girl?" Myra suddenly asks as she steps into the kitchen as well. She still has her purple wig on, but instead of a cocktail dress, she's wearing Owen's shirt and shorts. I guess one part of my plan didn't completely fail. "How did you lose her in the first place?"

I grit my teeth at this. "I left her for a second and then somehow couldn't move the left side of my body. Our enemy carried her away and I have no idea what he could be doing to her right now. No doubt threatening her so he can marry her," I explain while pacing up and down. I send Myra a look that says it's somewhat her fault as well, because she's the one that paralyzed my body.

Myra shrugs, "Thanks for letting me stay though. I can't believe my friend just left me like that." She hands me a look that says: 'you owe me a lot of money for sleeping over' . Getting Owen to fall for Myra is a long term strategy. I know the idiot isn't doing it in just seconds.

I'm surprised he didn't sleep with her. But something tells me that Myra is the reason behind that one. Little Miss 'I'm not a prostitute' probably told Owen 'no'. Stupid.

"Can I, uhm, talk to you for a second?" Myra asks and I reluctantly gesture for her to follow me to the living room. Owen is too busy with Sean in finding Rebma's location to realize or care.

"That guy is not interested in me," Myra suddenly says in a hushed whisper.

"Are you stupid? Just make him like you," I reply.

Myra crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows before she says: "Oh, no you didn't just call me stupid. I have an IQ of one-hundred-and-eighty. I have acquired more knowledge in my nineteen years of living, than you can possibly ever have in a lifetime."

"Then why are you an escort?" I ask - throwing my hands up at how devensive this girl is getting.

"That. Is personal," Myra grumbles.

I scoff. Of course. "Well, if you're so smart, why don't you just tell us where our leader ought to be?" I ask. It's supposed to be a rhetorical question, but Myra suddenly has this scary grin.

"Well, I could probably figure that out within minutes," she says.

I raise one of my eyebrows at that. "Bullshit," I call.

"The only catch is that it's going to have a price," Myra says and grabs to get a notepad from the coffee table.

"I could've guessed that one. All you ever think about is money," I comment with a bitter bite. The other woman in my life that I know loves money is my mother. God, I hate that woman. I'm just glad she's still in Paris after I sent her away. I can't handle the way she thinks of money like she should think of people. Things that matter.

Myra hands me another sharp look. "It's easy to assume," she says.

"Just find my girl, please," I sigh.

"Huh, why don't you look at that! The world 'please' actually occurs in your vocabulary," Myra mumbles while taking her purple wig off.

I'm about to tell her the word 'bitch' is also in there somewhere, but long brown hair is suddenly everywhere when Myra has her wig off. 

She has this weird little smile when she says: "Now is when you make a 'my wig has been snatched' joke."

"A what joke?" I ask.

"A wig that- you know what, never mind," Myra sighs and rolls her eyes before tying her brown hair up and getting the notepad out.

"I get it," I suddenly say.

Myra somehow found a pen and is chewing on it while staring at the notepad - like the answer is on it somewhere. "Get what?"

"The wig. You wear it when you're an escort. You lose it when you're a wannabe genius," I answer with a satisfied smile. I am after all Rebma's brains in Sterling. 

"Wannabe genius?" Myra asks with a snort before scribbling on the notepad like a maniac. Within seconds she turns back to me. "There are thirty hotels in the city. Only four of them is five star and from what you've been telling me about this Xavier dude, he'll want nothing less. Two of those hotels are close enough to Club Cube for Xavier to want to hang out at that particular club. One of those hotels is called 'The Will' - which Owen back there owns. Can you guess which Xavier picked?" 

I am nothing short of utterly surprised and impressed. She made it sound so obvious! I guess I misjudged Little Miss Genius over here.

"Go get something to wear from Rebma's bags. I'll get a GPS and Owen can get the car started. We're finding our leader," I say with a massive grin. Myra mirrors the grin before grabbing her purple wig and running off.

"I think I'll be getting the car warmed up," Sean contradicts.

"No, Sean," I sigh, "You'll stay here for in case Rebma gets back."

Sean grumbles something about everyone forgetting about him, but I just ignore it and run to get ready. We already wasted so much time and the damage Xavier could've done to Amber's mental health right now is unimaginable. By this rate, I'll never get Amber back!

If only Xavier wasn't there last night! I could've gone back to Rebma and get Amber out. I could've taken her home and told her she drank too much and then I could've taken care of her. Her spiked drink would've been forgotten about. 

Amber got me out of the darkness and it was my one chance of returning the favor.

By the time everyone gets into the car, I'm anxious as hell. I don't miss Owen that's chewing his nails and Myra in the back seat that's holding up the GPS. 

"Dude, how much did Amber drink if she was wasted enough to get taken away by Xavier? I know for a fact that she can kick my ass, so Xavier shouldn't be an exception," Owen says.

I hesitate before answering: "She was very drunk. She drank a lot..."

"She looked drugged if you ask me," Myra chirps in - her purple wig back on. I send her a look through the mirror. This girl is too smart for her own good.

I don't reply and instead let my eyes focus on the road again. I'm not a liar, but when it comes to Amber, I'm willing to lie as much as I can if it means getting the golden girl back. I miss the way the paint on her clothes reminded me of my kind brother. I miss the way she looked like she came from another time. I miss how she looked so bright, she could take away all that's bad in this world.

Feeling like it's time to get Owen out of the picture, I ask: "So, how did you two meet last night?"

"Myra literally bumped into me and we crashed to the floor. Apparently I damaged her ankle and she insisted on a drink to say sorry. After that we kinda just hanged for a bit until it was revealed her friend left her. And then, I offered that she could stay with us. You can wipe that smirk off your face, Blake, because nothing happened or quite frankly will happen. I'm just helping Myra out and you can tell Goldy that," Owen explains.

I send Myra another look through the mirror. She's good, I'll hand her that, but not good enough. We'll have to step up our game. 

When we get to the hotel Myra is sure Xavier took Rebma to, we get out and practically storm to the front desk. A girl with an amused expression immediately straightens up when she sees us.

"Would you like to book a room?" she asks. 

"We would like to know where Xavier Jilten is booked into? We're friends and he invited us over today," Myra says.

The receptionist looks at us for a second, like she sees through us before she says: "If you're friends, why don't you ask him yourself? Unfortunately we're not allowed to give away information like that."

"Look here Miss, I'm from Sterling and we need that room number right now, you hear me?" I growl at the receptionist. Ever since Amber got me out of the darkness, I've gone soft and it's time I toughen up again.

The receptionist doesn't seem phased, only amused and I make a note to grant her death wish. "Well, then I guess I'll just have to check the system for y'all," she mutters and taps the screen a few times with the same amused smile she's had the whole time. "Oh look at that, It's room sixty-nine. I guess Xavier had a fun night," she smiles.

My anger boils at the thought of what Xavier could've done to Rebma while she was in that condition. "Let's go," I order Owen and Myra and we sprint for the elevators.

I could've sworn the lady muttered something about a jet named Raven and when I glanced back, I spotted the name 'Holly' on her tag.

We rush into the elevator and wait impatiently to get to the right floor. Once there, we run to room 69 and breathe a breath of relief when a maid leaves the room. I make sure to grab the door so it stays open. But when we get inside, I feel a heavy dread in my stomach that confirms Xavier and Rebma are long gone. The room is spotless and the covers are made. We walk around in silence, trying to find anything useful. 

"I found a blueberry!" Myra suddenly announces happily.

I hand her a 'are you serious right now' look.

She hands me a 'I still know pressure points that can make you lose the ability to walk' look right back. 

Why is she so annoying?

"Any idea where they are now, Genius?" I ask Myra.

"Well, where would Xavier go after he has what he wants?" Myra asks.

"Tygerwell. He'd go back to Isabella and hide like a snake," Owen answers for me.

"Jet..." I mutter. "Xavier probably took his private jet..."

We all look up in alarm before running out of the room and heading back towards the elevators. I can't believe we missed them. I can't believe Xavier still has Rebma in his clutches. I just hope she doesn't make any decisions she'll regret. Oh dear, what if he took her virginity while she was out of it? I'll never forgive myself!

At the speed of light, we run past the reception and I frown when there's another lady at the desk and not the one we saw earlier. I already forgot her name.

"Anyone want a soap?" Owen asks when we get back to the car.

Both Myra and I stare at him in confusion. "Why the hell do you have soap?" I ask when I have the car started and speeding for the streets.

"Hotels always have free soap," Owen shrugs.

"You're a millionaire, Owen, and you own your own hotels. Why do you need free soap?" I say while rolling my eyes.

"For my hotel of course," Owen mutters defensively before adding: "You think Xavier managed it? You think he got her to say yes?" 

"No."

"How are you so sure?"

"Amber would never."

"And Rebma?"

Silence.

I drive over twice the speed limit to get back to the house so we can get our bags and Sean of course before we're speeding for the airport. I can't have Amber in Xavier's company. Who knows what he'll tell her!

"Rebma is too stubborn to say yes," I answer more for my own sake.

"Even after he tells her what happened after she got shot?" Owen asks slowly.

I grip the steering wheel harder. "Let's just hope we intercept them before he gets to that part," I reply, because Owen is right. If Xavier tells Amber or Rebma or whoever, what happened after she got shot, everything changes. 

"What happened after she got shot?" Myra suddenly asks.

Both Owen and I look at her before returning our eyes to the road.

"Only a handful of people know and all of them promised not to tell. Sean, Lynch, the twins, even Liam and Jessica. If we tell you, we'll have to kill you," Owen says.

"I'm good at keeping secrets," Myra tries to reason.

"Well, this secret can change the fate of the entire country," I whisper.

Hey goldiesssss!

Did anybody catch my cameo? I might make a few more appearances lol. I just felt so mischievous.

ANYWAYS, what do you think is the big secret? What happened after Amber got shot last year? Any guesses?

Alsooo I wanna know who you ship with Nessa, becauseeeeeee reasons.

Venaul (Venessa and Paul)

Danessa (Daniel and Venessa)

Ambessa (Amber and Venessa)

Venowen (Venessa and Owen)

Blessa (Blake and Nessa)

Venessean (Venessa and Sean)

Other

Anything is possible! Love y'all and pleaseeeeeeee VOTE and COMMENT, because the next chapter is in Xavier's POV.

~ Holly Shmit