Luc
Nico is driving, and in my rearview, I see Angel following us in his big, suped up matte black SUV.
“Do you have her location?” Nico asks.
“Yeah, they’re headed down West Side Avenue,” I growl.
I watch as the little dot that signifies Maria is getting farther and farther away from me and a tidal wave of emotion slams into me.
It is cold and hard. And it’s trying to drown me.
It’s fear.
I have to work at it, but I finally push it away.
I have no room for fear. No room for error.
I close my eyes and I exhale.
Fear can’t help Maria now. She needs me to be strong.
And what stronger force is there on this earth besides love?
“We’ll get her,” Nico says.
“I know we will. We have to. I love her,” I say it for the first time out loud.
It’s not enough. She needs to be the one to hear it. But it is a start.
And it frees me
“They stopped,” I practically shout.
I run off the address to Nico, and he adjusts our course.