“No. Sarah said he went away on business. But we didn’t send him anywhere and he’s not answering his phone. He must have it turned off because I can’t track . . .” North trailed off as his phone let off an alarm.
North stood up suddenly, staring down at the screen. “What the fuck? What is she doing?”
North actually sounded concerned. Which worried Jared more than much else could.
“What is who doing?” Jared asked, jumping up.
There could only be one person that North was talking about.
“Angie. She’s just left the area I set up for her tracker.” North turned and took off out the door.
“Area? Tracker?” Jared asked as they raced outside into the growing darkness.
His heart raced. What the fuck? Where was she going?
“I put a tracker on her and set up an invisible fence so if she went past it, then it would send an alert to my phone. She’s at the fence.”
“The invisible one?” Jared asked, hoping that it was set close to the house. No way did he want her getting too far away. What if Beltran had someone watching the house?
He’d chosen the guards around the house personally. They had been recruited after Fergus’s death. But he couldn’t fully trust anyone but North.
Or Angie.
“No, the real fence,” North said, sprinting ahead as they heard a cry of pain. The fence around his property was high and made of concrete. It was kept slick and smooth on the exterior side, but it was a bit rougher on the house side. Still, it was nearly impossible to scale.
Not to mention the cameras, alarms, and guards patrolling.
One of whom was standing over a small figure crumbled on the ground, his gun drawn.
“Show me your hands or I shoot!”
Fuck!
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“Show me your hands or I shoot!”
Angie really wanted to show him her hands.
But she couldn’t move them out from under her without agony shooting up her side.
What had she been thinking?
Had she really imagined that it would be easy to escape Jared’s property? If she’d taken a moment to just think, she’d have realized that she needed an exit plan.
A strategy.
But she’d been acting on emotion not rational thought. She’d just wanted to get out and away from them.
She’d thought they wanted her.
Stupid, foolish Angie.
Nobody wants you. Nobody will ever love you.
You’re not lovable. You’re someone to be used.
A part of her knew she wasn’t exactly being fair. That they still wanted to protect her. Which was more than a lot of people had done.
