As he approached his desk, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned, increasing my hold.
“In the top drawer, in the back. Get it yourself,” he said, glaring at me.
“I’ll get it,” Thomas said. He pulled the drawer out and turned it over, and reached for a disc. “Got it!” he shouted, putting it in his pocket.
“Where the hell would Natasha take Race?” I yelled.
Tyler flinched. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t have time for this shit.” I pulled the gun from my holster and held it against his temple. “Where’s Natasha?”
Tyler began to shake as he closed his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe the beach house,” he offered as his lips began to tremble.
I lowered my gun. “You’re coming with us, motherfucker.” I pulled him forward, placing my weapon back in the holster.
“But why?” he asked.
“Because,” James answered as we walked out of the office, “you know where the house is, and if she isn’t there, we’ll need you some more.”
“Or I may kill you,” I whispered in his ear as I pulled him with me.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Stop being an asshole,” Thomas told him as he walked by us both and slapped Tyler in the head. “You’re the reason Race is in this mess. You’re sure as fuck going to help us get her out of it.”
“Fine.” Tyler straightened and walked of his own volition. “I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“To your wife?” James asked with one eyebrow raised.
“No.” Tyler snickered. “She’s a coldhearted bitch. I meant Race.”
“Sam!” I yelled, ignoring Tyler’s statement about Race. “Let’s go!”
I’d never let Tyler near her again.
Whether he was involved in this shit or not, he would never, ever touch her.
Just as I stuffed Tyler in the backseat, Sam appeared in the doorway and headed straight for the car.
“If one hair on her head—” I started, but James stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Stay calm. We need you calm, man. She needs you calm.”
“I’m as calm as I’m going to get.”
“We’ll get her back,” he said, but I knew they were empty words.
“Drive faster,” I told Sam, feeling my very sanity start to slip.
“On it,” he said, adjusting himself in the seat and stepping on the gas. “We’re ten minutes out.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The End
Race
“Race,” a voice whispered in my ear, but it sounded like it was a million miles away.
