I slipped through one of the side doors, moving as quietly as possible in case someone was on the other side. The door opened into a long hallway with doors lining both sides all the way down. Fuck—this place was going to take forever to search.
After checking three doors, I found one that led toward the center of the building. I crept down the connecting hallway. A few steps in, distant voices drifted toward me.
“News flash, dipshit, Liam isn’t filthy rich like you are.”
Molly’s voice.
She was still alive.
Then another voice cut through the air—one that changed my life forever.
My dad.
He explained why he’d hired someone to stalk and kidnap her. Each word stripped away any remaining doubt.
He wanted her dead. No one was touching his precious money.
I stayed on the other side of the door, mapping their positions by sound. I’d have to be fast. Precise. If I was lucky, Jace and Colt were right behind me—I just didn’t know it yet.
I kicked the door in on the first try. The old wood tore from its hinges and crashed to the floor.
I fired, dropping the two men flanking my dad and Molly. They hit the ground instantly.
“Let her go, or I shoot.” I kept my gun trained on my dad’s chest as I advanced.
“You wouldn’t shoot your own father.” He sounded like he actually believed it.
“You’ve got a gun to the head of the mother of my child.” I stopped a few feet away. “Try me. I heard everything, Dad. Let her go.”
“This is what’s best for you, Liam. If I don’t get rid of her now, she’ll take you for everything you have.”
“I don’t give a fuck about money. It doesn’t consume me like it does you. All it does it turn people into cold-hearted pieces of shit.” My finger tightenedon the trigger. “If it wasn’t for you and your greed, Noah would still be alive.”
“When are you going to get over your brother? Nobody gives a fuck about that anymore, Liam. You shouldn’t either. He was a coward—just like your mother. Serving me divorce papers at work and then bolting. She couldn’t even confront me herself. She’s just like him. A waste of breath.”
“Shut up.” My grip on the gun tightened. Molly stood beside him, terror written across her face.
“Fine. If you won’t see things my way, I’ll get rid of both of you.” He swung the gun away from Molly and aimed at me.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Molly
I squeezed my eyes shut as the gunshots erupted and dropped to the floor. When the shots stopped, I couldn’t make myself open them. I curled around my belly, ears ringing from the blasts.
Arms scooped me up.
“Molly, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Liam.
I clutched his arms. Air rushed back into my lungs as it hit me—he was alive. I was alive.
“I’m okay, Liam. I’m okay. Did he shoot you?” My gaze swept over him the same way he’d just checked me.
