Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I am not getting a blowjob, asshole,” Travis told him. “I’m talking to Caren about the photos she took . . . at the protest.”
Tyler winced. “That seems like my cue to leave.”
“You never told me how close she got to the crowds,” Travis said.
“In my defense, there’s been a lot going on. And we’ve really got to go or we’ll be late.”
“Yep. Uh-huh, better go.” She jumped to her feet.
Travis caught her hips before she could escape. She glanced down at him as he squeezed.
“Straight there and back. No detours. No coffee. There. And back. I want to know when you arrive and when you leave. Am I understood?”
Both of them saluted him at the same time. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Fucking fantastic.”
Strangely, Isabel wasn’t there to meet them at the elevator.
That should have been her first clue that something was wrong.
The second clue was one that even she couldn’t ignore.
And that was of her agent sitting in his chair with a gun aimed to his head. Oliver was pale and sweaty. She could visibly see him shaking as the man holding the gun watched her impassively.
“Shit,” Tyler said. He’d entered the room first but hadn’t drawn his gun.
None of them had been expecting any trouble. This building had security, how had these people gotten in here?
The door shut behind them and she turned to see two more armed men standing there. They looked vaguely familiar, but she didn’t need to know them to know why they were here.
Aadan hadn’t let her go.
He’d found her.
“Let them go,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice. “It’s me you want.”
She didn’t know where Isabel was and she hoped like hell the girl was safe.
“I’m afraid we can’t just let them go,” one of the men said.
She stepped in front of Tyler. “You can’t kill them!”
The guy standing behind Oliver lifted his gun, aiming it toward them, and then he fired.
Where the hell was she?
Travis picked up his phone and used the tracker app.
He sat up straight. All right, something weird was going on.
The tracker in Caren’s necklace showed that she was still at Oliver’s office. But the tracker he’d had secretly inserted into her bra was showing that she was . . . fuck!
Something was very wrong. She was traveling somewhere.
“Alexa! Track Tyler and Caren, now! Gable, Jace, get round to Oliver’s office, go in armed and ready for anything. Clay, try calling Tyler.”
Clay raced in, his phone to his ear, his face pale. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Caren texted me when they arrived, that was an hour ago. Her primary tracker says she’s at his office, the secondary one says she’s on the outskirts of the city.”
“Fuck!” Alexa said, rushing into the room with her laptop in her arms. “I think she’s on her way to a private airstrip.”
He gaped at her in horror. His mind raced. What the fuck was he going to do? They wouldn’t reach her in time and once she was in that plane . . . well, they only had the tracker to find her. What if it went out of range?
Every employees at Raptor Inc. wore a tracker. Tyler’s was in his watch, which was showing that he was still in Oliver’s office.
“Call Miranda Waterford. And Rory?” he said to the younger woman who was hovering just inside the office.
“Yes?”
“Call your brother, tell him what’s going on. I need to find a plane to take me to Africa. Now.”
“Actually, I might know of someone who can help,” Rory told him, looking pale and concerned. “Let me talk to Gray.”
41
God her head hurt.
And why was it so noisy? And bouncy?
She woke up, staring around. She couldn’t understand where she was. What was going on?
Why had she fallen asleep on something so hard?
Shit. Fuck.
Panic filled her. She was in a plane. But not a normal plane. It looked like she was in a cargo area. There were crates of stuff around her and she was on her own.
Wait . . . no she wasn’t. There was a set of feet.
Who was that?
A sob escaped her as she managed to shift herself around a crate to see Tyler lying there. He looked so pale and there was blood on his forehead.
What the hell had happened?
What was going on?
Bile rose and she choked it back, not wanting to vomit. That would just add to the delightful smells. God, it was awful in here.
Her mind raced as she tried to remember.
Oliver. Oh, God. She’d gone to a meeting with Oliver and there had been men there.
Men who had kidnapped her and Tyler.
Men who obviously worked for Aadan.
But why? Why take her now?
And why take Tyler too?
Was Oliver okay?
Tyler groaned. Her heart raced. She was going to have to try and keep him alive. It was her fault he’d been taken.
God.
Why had she gone to that meeting? Why hadn’t she told Oliver that she couldn’t go anywhere?