Before he can answer, my computer dings.
“Shit.” He groans, kisses the tip of my hardened nipples, and strolls back to my laptop. Without waiting for my agreement, he snatches the keyboard and types at a spellbinding speed.
“Holy shit, strong, sexy, and nerdy? I think I just orgasmed.”
Not missing a beat, he continues his search. “Don’t use them up. I have plans for later.”
Already at Henry’s home screen, he opens the browser history and pauses at an online purchase.
My heart races as I stand behind the chair, lean in, and gasp. “Oh my God. He bought over a dozen burner phones? What the fuck?”
“Give me a moment.” Wulf picks up his phone, punches ten numbers, and asks for Henry.
A minute later, he hangs up. “Your friend won’t take my call.”
That’s so unlike him. “Can you have someone check on his family? What if someone has been threatening them, like my Abbie?”
Wulf nods, presses speed dial, and gazes at me while he hits the speaker icon. “Hey Lucky, did you ever contact Henry’s grandmother?”
My boss’s husband sounds stressed. “Yeah, I did, and she said the kid’s been acting strange, calling at all hours to keeptabs on her. The feisty old bird also mentioned she’s perfectly fine, and I was to tell him so.”
My eyes widen. I thought I was the only one being threatened. Crap. My whole project plan was flawed from the start.
While I bite my upper lip, a text message pings on my phone.
Unknown: We told you not to talk.
Like before, the message disappears. As I heave a sigh of relief, a video pops up, and I gasp. “No, no, no.”
A camera focuses on my little girl’s red, swollen face, and she screams, “I want my mommy.”
“They have Abbie.” Unable to tear my eyes away, I swallow hard and share my screen.
As Wulf watches behind my shoulder, a prison-tatted hand grabs her wrist, spreads out her fingers on a wooden plank, and raises a knife.
My chest constricts, my heart hammers, and I start shaking. “Don’t do it!”
The blade snaps down, and as her pinkie finger falls away, I drop the phone, too horrified to view more.
Wailing, I lower to the carpet, cradle my thighs to my chest, and rock while I sob. “They hurt her. Oh my God.”
“Hold it together, babe.” Axel pulls me to my feet, makes a call, then asks, “The little girl? Is she still safe?”
A calm male voice responds. “Yessir. Playing in the pool in the backyard without a care in the world. Cute k-”
“Zoom in on her and share the image.” Wulf shoves a picture of my unharmed daughter in my face.
Unsure who to believe, I call my ex. “Let me talk to Abbie.”
Farid sighs as if I’ve asked for the impossible. “She’s happy. Why can’t you leave her alone?” He hangs up and won’t pick up when I redial.
It's time to ditch my project plan and make a new one.
Giving up, I turn to Wulf. “If you take me to see my little girl, I will tell you everything you want to know.”
Chapter 14
It is madness for sheep to talk peace with a wolf.~Thomas Fuller
