Page 77 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

“Fuck!” Orlando cursed. “Damn it, Samson, we can’t lose any time arguing here. We have to find her, before he hurts her even worse.”

Samson exchanged a look with him. “I’m giving everybody here permission to stake you the moment you try to escape. Is that clear?”

Orlando nodded without even having to think about it. “You have my word.”

Samson tipped his chin in Amaury’s direction. “Uncuff him.”

Both Amaury and Gabriel let go of him, and Amaury took the silver handcuffs off him. Orlando rubbed his wrists, but he didn’t ask for human blood to heal his injuries. He didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Let’s go see Thomas,” Samson ordered. “He should be able to figure out where this live stream is coming from.”

“Haven, give me the phone,” Orlando demanded.

Haven glanced at Samson, who nodded in agreement, and Haven handed him the phone. Orlando looked at the video stream. LaRuson now came into view. He stopped in front of Isabelle, and unexpectedly turned to face the camera.

Meanwhile, Samson pressed the elevator button, before looking back at the phone in Orlando’s hand.

“Orlando, I hope you’re watching this,” LaRuson said. “It’s gonna be a great show. You’ve got yourself a really feisty bitch.” He chuckled coldly. “So, here’s how this show is gonna go. First, we’ll do a little physical torture, you know, stuff like cutting off fingers, slicing off an ear or two, and then when she’s in a lot of pain, and getting weaker, and needs a little rest, I’ll fuck her.”

Orlando growled in frustration. He slammed his hand against the wall next to the elevator. “Fucking bastard! I’m gonna kill him!”

The elevator doors finally opened. Before Orlando could rush inside, Cooper and Thomas stepped out of it.

“We know where Isabelle is,” Thomas announced.

“How?” Samson asked.

“I put trackers on her,” Cooper said, “when I picked her up from Grayson’s building. She has two trackers on her, one in her handbag, one on her shoe.” He lashed a glare at Orlando. “She was so distraught, I had to help her put her shoes on.”

Despite the backhanded accusation, Orlando felt only relief at the knowledge that they could track Isabelle.

He noticed Samson look at Cooper with a grateful expression. “Thank God for your foresight.”

Thomas motioned to the tablet in his hand. “One of the signals is coming from right outside here. We were just gonna check on it. Nelson most likely dumped her handbag somewhere on the street when he picked her up.”

Samson pointed to Patrick. “Find it.”

Patrick rushed outside without questioning his father’s order.

“And the other signal?” Orlando asked eagerly, his heart pounding out of control. He had to get to Isabelle and rip her from that madman’s claws.

“It’s in Hunter’s Point. Near the water,” Thomas replied.

“Where exactly?” Samson asked and sidled up to Thomas so he could look at the tablet’s display. Orlando looked over Thomas’s shoulder.

“This building here. Looks like an old warehouse.” He glanced at Samson. “Perhaps we can get Virginia to help. She could go in invisibly and tell us where exactly Isabelle is and take LaRuson out before he can hurt her.”

Virginia, Wesley’s wife, wasn’t a vampire. She was a Stealth Guardian. Their kind had the ability to make themselves and others invisible, and walk through walls.

“We don’t have time for that.” Orlando pointed to the cell phone in his hand, which showed the live stream. Any moment now, LaRuson would begin torturing Isabelle. By the looks of it, he’d already punched her in the face multiple times, and the thought that she was hurting twisted his gut into knots.

“Oh, fuck!” Thomas let out.

“He’s right,” Haven interrupted. “Wesley and Virginia are on a beach in Mexico. It would take them too long to return here, even if they’re close to a portal. We have to do without the advantage of invisibility.”

“We’ve gotta go now!” Orlando urged the others. “LaRuson is already hurting her.”

Samson nodded, while rushing to the first van. “Thomas, you’re with me. Orlando, get in.”