“Son of a bitch! Does he have any idea where she is?”
“We haven’t gotten that far yet. Give me ten and I’ll call you back.”
“I’ll be waiting. Just let me know what you need.”
“Thanks.” Ending the call, I placed my phone on the counter and watched as Bodie walked over to the sink. “Where is she?”
He pulled a napkin from the paper towel dispenser and ran it under the faucet. Spinning around, he rested his ass on the sink before bringing it to his lip while palming his stomach.
“Start talking, motherfucker, or you’re going to be cleaning up a whole lot more blood than that.”
“You don’t want to do that. It will only waste time,” he said, pushing my patience even further. “I know where she is. He won’t kill her. It’s me he wants,” he said, dabbing his wound.
Even his voice was different. Deeper. Too fucking controlled if you ask me, considering he just walked in after being dead for seven years.
Had it not been for the eyes, I would not know the man standing in my kitchen. He looked older, weathered by the sun, and probably all the fucking guilt he must carry around.
How could he do this to us?
“We can’t go in alone. We’re going to need a lot of backup. Better call your brothers in for this one.”
I pulled the gun from the waistband of my jeans, aiming it right between his eyes. Sights trained on that bead of sweat glistening with betrayal from his tan skin. “Why don’t you call your buddies over at the DEA?”
“Heard about that, huh?”
Collecting a few more steps, I came within inches of his chest. “Stop playing games with me, Bodie.”
“DEA doesn’t want him unless they can pin him with drugs.”
“Kidnapping isn’t on their list of to-dos this week?”
“Not today it isn’t. We’re on our own with this one.”
“There is nowe. Tell me where she is, now!”
Silence hung between us as we glared back at one another, the air saturated with betrayal and anger.
“I have a way in. You just have to trust me.”
I laughed, the unfamiliar sound ricocheting off the bare walls, mocking me. “After what you did, I will never trust you again.”
“If you want her to live, it’s your only choice,” he gritted in anger. “We have to do this my way. Otherwise, he will kill her. Understand?”
The tone of his voice. His body language. It all screamed my worst fears. That she could very well die at the hands of Del Marco and my only choice was to trust the one man I hated the most.
My best fucking friend.
Dank air filled my nostrils, my head throbbing all over as nausea rolled in my belly from the pain. My eyes were heavy and weak as I tried to pry them open.
Where the hell was I?
The thick haze of confusion faded some as I tried to remember how I got here, but my thoughts were all jumbled, thick with heartbreak. I remembered fighting with Reid then walking outside and it all got fuzzy after that.
Pushing myself from the cold, concrete floor, the harsh rope bit into the skin of my wrists. I sat up and pressed my back against the wall, shivering as I pulled my bare legs up to my chest. My throat tightened as I looked down. I didn’t recognize the slip of a dress I had on and a shiver rushed over my skin, wondering how the hell it had gotten on my body.
Hugging my legs tighter, I squeezed my eyes closed.
I had to be dreaming.
