I slammed his head down into the concrete and listened to him groan as Chloe gasped. I turned and faced her, studying her shocked, wide eyes before they lowered to the agent struggling on the ground to get up. She teetered on her feet a bit and I gripped her upper arms, steadying her as her gaze fluttered back up to mine.
“It’s—it’s done?” she asked softly.
I peeked down at the agent who still hadn’t gotten up. “I guess we’ll see in a couple of hours. Won’t we, Feddy?”
The agent spat more blood onto the ground. “Two hours, yes. It’ll be done in two hours, I promise.”
“Good,” I glowered.
And as I took Chloe’s hand, tugging her toward my bike, the squealing of tires caught my attention.
Before a black van pulled up, tossed the two of us inside, and sped off before the pathetic excuse for an FBI agent could even pick up his fucking head to see what the hell had just happened.
Sixteen
Chloe
No no no.
Not again.
“West!” I shrieked.
The van tumbled us around as I tried to reach out for him. The van skidded around corners, which threw us into the cold, hard metal walls of the encasement. My body slammed against his own, causing him to gasp for air before we tumbled back toward the other side.
And when I cried softly, all I wanted was for West to take me into his arms.
He grunted as we got tossed around. “Chloe, come here. I’ve got—fuck!”
I couldn't help the sobs that bubbled up the back of my throat. “Weh-heh-heeeest! What is happeniiiiing?”
Fear unlike anything I had ever experienced rushed its way through my veins. I wanted to strangle the men who had just tossed us into the back of this damned van. And to top it all off, no one had seen what had happened. That was why Agent Baker liked that diner so much. No one could pull up surveillance and look at anything that took place.
We’re fucked.
“God damn it,” West growled.
My mind flashed back to the moment my car was surrounded. I heard Natty’s screams in the back of my head while my own echoed throughout the small van we had been tossed into. Every time I smacked against the wall, I felt the pain of those men’s punches as I tried to distract them so Natty could get away. Every time West reached out for me, I remembered how I squeezed the hands of my precious little niece, before I shoved her out of the car and told her to run.
And god damn it, my ribs hurt so fucking much.
“Ah!” I shrieked.
The van came to a grinding halt and I tumbled until my back hit the door. The second the doors got thrown open, the searing hot sunlight coursed its way through my eyes. I couldn't see anything. All I felt were pairs of hands on me that weren’t West’s. And as I reached out for him, I heard him growling and trying to fight people off.
“Chloe! Where are you!?”
“West!” I exclaimed.
Someone punched me across the face, rendering me speechless as the pain blindsided me. The world swirled around me, blurring into a mass of noise and a cacophony of colors as we got dragged into a darkened building. Just as quickly as the sun had appeared, it disappeared behind a heavy door that slammed shut. And as West continued to try and fight off the men that had abducted us, I stopped struggling.
It was no use. I knew I wasn’t strong enough.
Hell, I hadn’t even been strong enough to protect Natty when it all happened.
I was tossed into a room before zip ties bound my wrists behind my back. I expected them to bind my ankles as well, but instead they wrestled West to the ground beside me and bound his wrists so tight that I saw them cutting into his skin. I leaned my head back against the musty, damp concrete wall. I closed my eyes and tried to stomach the pain so that I didn’t throw up on myself.
And as something rolled across the ground, someone perched in front of us.
