Sloane
It’s totally surreal. Bo and I are standing hand in hand across from my old middle school in front of an EZ storage. He filled me in on his fantastical part of the story on the walk. Don Salvatore has his money. He doesn’t have me, but as far as he knows, someone kidn*pped me from the trunk of a car following a wolf attack. He had already sold me to the Russian anyway, so I don’t think he’ll come looking for me again.
We figure we have a good chance of walking away from all this relatively unscathed.
“Your dad wrote to tell you if anything happened to you, to check a storage unit in here.” Bo holds up my key ring—the one with the key to my bike lock. “The key was on here.”
I shake my head. “Jesus. I had no idea.”
He grins. “Yeah. Wanna see what else is in there?”
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