“Come on, come on,”
My start screen pops up, and I quickly key in my password. Once my desktop appears, I quickly navigate to my tracking program and enter my password to open it up.
“Okay, let’s go,” I tell myself.
I open up the active trackers, silently praying that the ones I planted in her shoes are online. I select the correct tracker, I click on it and let out a breath of relief when I see it online. Clicking on the icon, I pull it up on a map and see they’re on the move.
“Got you, fuckers” I hiss.
I jump up and dash to the bookcase, then open the cabinet. Press my hand to the biometric scanner, wait for it to flash green, then enter my code. With a click, it unlocks, and I open it up, pulling out the pair of Glocks and the extra magazines I have stored inside. I toss them in a bag, then scoop up my laptop and rush out. I bound down the stairs, two at a time, straight through the front door and out into my car.
I set my laptop on the passenger’s seat and angle the screen so I can see it. The bright red dot that is Brynn’s tracker is still moving. Still getting further away.
“On my way, baby,” I say. “Coming to get you, Brynn.”
12
CHAPTER 12
BRYNN
Istruggle hard trying to loosen the plastic ties binding me to this chair, but they’re too strong. I can’t break them. Tears of frustration spill from the corners of my eyes. I sniff, swallow hard. Determined, but feeling defeated.
“Goddammit,” I growl.
Cole left me tied to this chair, alone, in the middle of an empty warehouse while he and his men stepped outside. I have no idea what they’re doing. But all I can hear is Burke’s voice in my head saying that Cole probably had a buyer lined up for me. It sends a shiver down my spine, and fresh tears trickle down my face.
Gritting my teeth, I strain against the zip ties and let out a cry when they bite into my skin. Looking down, I see crimson smears on the plastic. Despite the stinging pain, I keep trying, but simply feel them biting even deeper into my wrists. They don’t loosen at all.
“Fuck!”
A door opens somewhere behind me, and I listen as the footsteps approach. Cole steps around and stands in front of me, his eyes glitter menacingly in the dim light. His eyes flick to the blood on my wrist. He gives me a ‘tsk’ and shakes his head.
“Please stop doing that,” he says. “I can’t have you damaging yourself.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Me? I’m doing nothing with you,” he says. “Whichisa pity. I know.”
His eyes slide up and down my body appraisingly, making me shudder.
“It’s a shame, really. Ordinarily, I’d spend a little time breaking you in, myself,” he says casually, as if he’s speaking about the weather. “I am actually pretty upset we’re going to have to skip your training. But your little disappearing act cost me time I didn’t have, and my buyer didn’t want to keep waiting. So, here we are.”
“Burke is going to find you. He’s going to kill you.”
Cole scoffs. “That old man? Please. He’s not going to find you. But don’t you worry. He nearly cost me a lot of money, and I don’t take kindly to that. Once my business with you is complete, I’m going to track that old fart down and show him just how displeased I am that I didn’t get to sample you first.”
I narrow my eyes to slits and glare at him. “You’re a fucking pig.”
He laughs, his eyes still roaming my body. He glances at his watch, then to the door he came through behind me, pursing his lips, considering.
“You know, I’ve got about half an hour before your buyer is supposed to be here,” he starts. “I bet I could have a quick taste of you before he gets here…”
His hands drift to his belt buckle, panic and fear surge through me. I struggle and fight even harder with my restraints. They bite into my skin deeper, but still don’t give. I am so defenceless. My ankes and wrists are tied to the chair. The chair is bolted to the floor. Tears of frustration race down my cheeks. I gasp, swallow hard, and dip my head as a mix of tears and snot erupt from me into a full-on cry of frustration, fear and hopelessness.
“How about it?” he says. “You up for a little show before your new daddy arrives?”
“Fuck,” I gasp, “y o u!”
