“One foot inside this building,” he said calmly, “and I’ll blow her head off.”
He lifted his shirt just enough for me to see the gun at his waist.
I stopped breathing.
The trap had closed.
And this time—
There was nowhere left to run.
Chapter 24
Igasped.
“Creed—he has a gun.”
Creed’s voice came through the speaker, low and feral.“You so much as touch her and I’ll end you.”
Francesco smiled.
Pleased.
“We’ll see,” he murmured.
Creed didn’t hesitate.“I promise you won’t live long enough to regret it.”
That did it.
Francesco ripped the phone from my hand, ending the call mid-breath.The silence afterward was absolute.He slid my phone into his back pocket like it meant nothing.
“Where’s the computer?”
“In Ray’s office.”
His hand clamped around my arm and yanked me forward.I stumbled, fought him anyway.
