I’m moving before I even register it, sprinting down the warehouse corridor like the building is on fire and she’s trapped inside it.
“GAVIN!” Rafe shouts behind me.
I don’t answer.
My boots pound concrete. My lungs burn. My vision narrows.
All I see is Kayley’s face. Kayley on my couch. Kayley laughing with Harper. Kayley whispering “I trust you.”
I promised.
On my life.
I burst through the side door into the open lot and the night slams into me—wind, snow, floodlights. And then I see it.
My SUV. The window’s shattered.
A man yanking her out?—
No. Not a man.
Him.
Ford.
Even from a distance, I know him. The way he moves—too sure, too calm. Predatory like he thinks the world belongs to him.
Kayley is fighting like hell, legs kicking, hair wild, mouth open in a scream that I feel in my bones.
“NO!” I roar, and I run harder.
Thorne is on my right now, moving like a missile. Chase is behind him. Boyd is a freight train, closing in. But it’s not fast enough.
Ford and his men drag her toward a plain white van parked just beyond the lights. The doors are open. Waiting.
Aidan isn’t here.
Thank God.
But Kayley?—
My chest feels like it’s splitting.
“STOP!” I bellow, weapon coming up, but Kayley is in their hands and I can’t take the shot.
Ford glances over his shoulder and smiles like he’s been waiting for me to show up. Then he shoves her into the van. The doors slam, and the engine roars to life. The van peels out of the lot, tires throwing snow like a taunt. For one horrifying heartbeat, I freeze—like my brain can’t accept the sight of her being taken.
Then Rhett’s voice cuts through the blood roar in my ears.
“MOVE!”
I move.
We move.
The team floods the lot like wolves.
“Vehicles!” Rafe snaps. “Now!”
