Assuming he could swim, I knew Kellan wouldn’t be trapped for long, so I charged across the parking lot like vengeance itself.
When my shadow fell over the nameless driver crawling onto the sidewalk, he looked over his shoulder, eyes widening with fear when he saw the barrel of my gun pointed at his head.
“Take me to your boss,” I ordered. When he hesitated, I flipped off the safety. “Now.”
I wasn’t going to waste the only bullet I had on him, but he didn’t need to know that.
With a grim expression, the driver nodded and slowly stood while watching me warily.
Together, we traveled back through the breezeway to the front of the building. We climbed in the Denali—he in the driver’s seat and me directly behind him with the gun pressed against his side.
He cranked the SUV, but he paused to look in the rearview mirror instead of driving away. “Are you sure you want to do this, darling?”
“Drive,darling.”
The Denali rolled forward, and I allowed myself to have a moment by resting my forehead against the back of the seat. The journey was silent, and I was perfectly content to keep quiet until I realized we were leaving the city limits.
I frowned.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, even though it was a little too late for that now.
“I’m taking you to the Boss as you requested.”
TheBoss. Nothisboss.
Oh, shit.
He wasn’t driving me to see Ocean. He was taking me to the very top of the food chain, where I was sure to be devoured.
Suddenly, my skin became clammy, and I wanted out. “Stop the car,” I ordered anxiously.
“I can’t do that, darling. You’ve caused enough trouble.”
“You realize I have a gun aimed at your kidney, right?”
He glanced in the rearview again. “They won’t do me much good if I lose my head.”
“Touché, dude.”
“Paul,” he corrected good-naturedly. “I’m too old to be a dude.”
I guess that meant there were no hard feelings about me holding him at gunpoint…and almost running him over with my car. I wouldn’t apologize since he tried to drug me, so for that offense, I’d say we werealmosteven.
Seeing that we were entering a heavily wooded area with no other traffic, I raised the gun and brought the butt down on his head. Paul slumped in his seat as I dove for the steering wheel to keep the SUV from leaving the road.
Now we were even.
All I could do was steer through as we swerved the empty road at high speed. His leg was deadweight on the gas pedal, so I had to crawl over the unconscious man to engage the emergency brake.
I felt triumphant when we started to slow until I realized it wouldn’t be in time to avoid the deer that just leaped out of nowhere.
Today was truly not my day, but little did I know, the next few days would be even harder.
HUNTER
One week later…
Astorm had blown in.
