He shakes his head. “The connection between you two has all been formally erased. Any government files, redacted or not, about her missions with your Marine unit, even if it’s hinted at, have been destroyed. And you’re the sole remaining survivor of your unit.”
“Len’s team…” I trail off when I realize. “They don’t know. She’s going rogue.”
“Jones,” she snaps from outside the door. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’ll check in with you every few days,” he says quickly. “If I don’t, alert her team.”
Then he storms out. He doesn’t ensure that I have a way to actually get in contact with her team; he’s just gone.
Gripping the USB tightly, I run out after them, and Len pauses getting into an SUV with blackened windows. Her eyes meet mine, then she’s gone.
I can’t worry about my friend, though. Not when the worst-case scenario regarding Leeva is exploding all around me.
And not when all our cell phones start ringing in unison.
“It’s Digits,” Pix says, and we realize it’s a group call. She answers, and we all crowd around.
Digits is muttering frantically, then shouts, “Mauler is down, and Leeva’s SUV has been hit! She’s been taken.”
I don’t wait to hear more.
I’m sprinting toward my truck, opting for that instead of my bike, solely for the fact that it’s armored, and I’ll use it as a battering ram if I have to in order to get Leeva back.
Chapter 45
Leeva
Everythinghurts.Myhead.My body.
What the hell happened?
Nausea hits me when I try to move, bile forcing its way into my throat, and I swallow rapidly to keep from vomiting.
As I stay still, trying to remember what happened, I realize I’m lying down. I try to sit up again, but the attempt makes me groan in pain, and the threat of vomiting returns.
“Take it easy.”
Hands wrap around me and help me to sit up. Dots pepper my vision, and I blink rapidly. When my vision begins to clear, I realize I’m sitting on a bed, and a man’s blurry form is crouched in front of me.
“Hayes,” I whisper, my throat feeling dry and scratchy.
But when my vision clears completely, the man crouching in front of me isn’t Hayes.
“Nope, guess again, little lamb.” Guerilla might be smirking, but his eyes are filled with wrath.
I jerk, trying to get away from him, making me groan in pain, and dizziness explodes.
How did I get here? And why am I with Guerilla? How?
As my pain and dizziness ease, some clarity returns.
I remember being in the SUV with Keifer, Ursula, and the guys. The sound of crunching metal and glass, followed by something that sounded like a small explosion. The feeling of flying and rolling.
Oh my god. My family.
“What have you done?” I choke, staring at Guerilla.
He stands looking down at me with a dark smile. “Reclaiming what’s mine, little lamb.”
