Page 152 of Playing with Fire


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He turns his laptop around, hitting play on the recording.

There she is, my beautiful wife, in the garage, getting into my car. I’ll punish her later for taking the Maserati, but then I pause. There are tears on her face but before she can get into the car, something startles her.

She spins as Stefan plunges something into her neck.

Ice works through me, my heart stopping inside my chest. He holds her, hand across her mouth as the drugs start to take hold. I see it happening, as her body starts to go lax, in the way her eyes turn hooded. She fights to the very end, clawing at him but whatever he gave her is stronger.

And then she collapses, unconscious. My nails bite into the palms of my hands as I watch him manhandle her sleeping body into the car before he climbs into the driver’s side, hits the button for the garage and drives away with my wife.

“Where?” I don’t bellow. I don’t shout.

The type of fury working through me turns everything else quiet. I feel myself shaking with it, the promise of violence warming my blood.

He has my wife.

Hedruggedmy wife.

I am going to kill him. Rip him to fucking shreds until nothing is left.

“I’m tracking the vehicle now,” Dean says, turning the laptop back around, “The location will update soon.”

“How soon?” I demand.

“Right now.” Dean grins triumphantly, his eyes promising the same kind of violence I feel. “He’s taken her to the warehouses by the docks.”

“Let’s go.”

“What about Hank and Regina?” Killian asks, following me as I make my way to the garage.

“I’ll deal with them when I get back.”

“Do you think there’s anyone else involved?”

“Yes. One other.”

“Who?”

“Iwan,” I confirm, “He didn’t speak up, but I guarantee we’ll find him at the warehouse.”

“Fucking kill them all,” Sebastian growls.

“Plan to.”

I take the corners at speed, pushing the car to its limits. It’s not the Maserati and doesn’t match it in speed but it’s fine, I make it work. Dean keeps an eye on the location to make sure they don’t move or change locations which they haven’t in the past twenty minutes.

“They haven’t given demands,” Sebastian notes.

“Because they’ve had to change tactics now that we have Hank. They were always planning to do this.” Isay, my head working a million miles a minute, “Finding out about Hank and taking him just moved up their schedule.Any means necessary. They knew Hank would talk so used the opportunity of our distraction to get to Olivia.”

“Where was she going?” Killian asks, “Why was she in the garage in the first place?”

That, I didn’t know. She knows better than to leave alone, especially since the attack on her back at the hotel, so what prompted her to try and leave?

“Stefan was speaking with her in the kitchen,” Dean tells us, “The cameras in the house don’t have audio for obvious reasons.”

Too much is discussed within the walls of that house for audio to be recorded. If it were to fall into the wrongs hands a lot of things could fuck up.

“So, I don’t know what they were talking about,” Dean continues, “I didn’t show you because I found the garage footage after and that was more important but whatever he said prompted her to run for the garage. He followed and used that to his advantage.”