Ruthless knight

Sawyer

“I don’t know what to do,” Bianca yells. “Jace won’t answer his phone and I don’t have Dylan’s number.” 

Jesus. I’ve never heard her so terrified. 

“Okay, calm down. What’s going on?” I grab my purse and walk down the Covington’s stairs. “Better yet, tell me where you are. I’ll come get you.” 

There’s a moment of hesitation before she says, “I’m at Cluck You.” 

“Why—”

“It’s not important. What’s important is that Cole is currently beating Stone to a bloody pulp. It’s bad, Sawyer. So fucking bad.” 

My heart jumps to my throat as she screams, “Get off him, Cole. You’re go

I sprint to my van. “I’m on my way.” 

I never should have gone inside Liam’s room. 

I honestly didn’t think it would set him off this much.

I just wanted to know something. 

Because he tells me nothing. 

“Cole, please!” Bianca cries out. “Sawyer, I don’t kno—”

“Hit him,” I yell. “Hit him with something. Now. It will make him stop.” 

Money doesn’t always guarantee you’ll get out of a murder charge and I can’t lose him. 

I hear a loud bang on the other line. “I threw a brick at his head.” 

I almost veer off the road. “Jesus, Bianca—”

“Don’t worry, I missed. It hit the side of the dumpster. But it broke up the fight and—shit. What are you doing now, you maniac?” 

“What happened?” 

“Cole’s taking off.” 

“Taking off? How? He doesn’t have a car.” 

“He’s driving Oakley’s car.” 

Fuck a duck. I thought he took an Uber. 

“Okay, just…call an ambulance for Stone.” 

“Are you kidding—”

“Just do it, Bianca. He’s probably seriously hurt.” 

I hang up before she can protest and dial Oakley. 

“Hey—”

“Does your car have some kind of GPS tracker thing?” 

Fuck if I know what it’s actually called. My van is old as dirt.

“I figured you and Cole might be fighting, but I don’t—”

“Cole is fighting Stone, Oakley. At least he was before he took off again. Do you have a location tracker or not? OnStar? Anything?” 

“Yeah.” 

I suck in a breath. “Good—”

“But I had Jace disable it. I didn’t want my pop’s tracking me.” 

Of fucking course it’s disabled. Jesus, take the wheel. 

“Do me a favor and call Jace. See if he picks up for you.” 

“If he does, do you want me to tell him Cole beat up Stone again—”

“No. I want you to ask if he knows where Cole would go when he’s upse—” It hits me so hard I feel like I just got hit in the head with a brick. 

“On second thought, I figured it out. Gotta go.” Another thought occurs to me. “Call your dad. Bianca said Cole beat Stone up pretty bad—”

“Why was Bianca there?”

“I have no idea. And right now, I honestly don’t give a fuck. The only thing I care about is getting to Cole.” 

And there’s only one place he’d be right now.