“Good girl.”
I hate the way he says it, and it sends chills down my spine. He sounds just like my uncle when he’d take me into the basement at night.
Ryan whips around, smacks Scotty right behind the ear with the butt of a gun I didn’t notice him holding, and Scotty collapses onto the ground, limp. I gasp, and my hands fly to my mouth.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him!”
“No, I said I wouldn’t kill him.”
Yeah, that distinction doesn’t make me feel better. Especially when he just chuckles.
“Relax, Sunshine. He’ll be fine. He just needs a short nap.”
I’m not grateful Tucker decided Sunshine was too cliché to call me. Otherwise, I don’t know if I could ever let him call me it again.
Ryan grabs my wrist roughly, and any chance I had to run disappears. The bracelet Tucker made me breaks, and the beadsroll along the floor. My heart sinks. Tucker made that for me, and now it’s ruined.
“Turn off the alarm.”
“I-I don’t know the code,” I lie. “Tucker set it before he left to go to the brothel.”
Growling, he drags me outside, the other three close behind him. He shoves me into the back of a car and curses. “Fucking paranoid fuck.”
A hood gets shoved onto my head, and someone ties my hands together. I’m restrained and left in total darkness with nothing left to do but pray Scotty’s okay. I yelp as something sharp hits my arm, but then my racing thoughts disappear as I pass out.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pacino
Pulling up to Velvet Desire, I hurry to the guys outside talking to Queenie.
“This doesn’t make sense,” Capone says.
“They stormed in and threatened us with knives,” Queenie says.
I frown. This doesn’t sound like Ryan. He’s more the gunplay type.
“And you locked them in a supply closet until Rooster and Penn showed up to tie them up?” Capone asks.
His statement really rings true. This doesn’t make sense.
Heading inside, I throw my phone on the desk and pull up the security cameras. Anyone in Ryan and my father’s network would have alerted us as soon as their faces hit the cameras. Unless they’re not directly connected to them.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I click through.
They cut a few of the camera lines but not all. Which is more work for Scotty because he’ll have to come out here and fix them all. As soon as possible because we’re shut down until it’s done. I won’t have the women working in rooms without cameras.
It takes longer than I like, and I sit back as a strange feeling washes over me. Like I need to be somewhere, but all I had planned for today was spending all day wrapped up in Phoebe. Basking in my ray of sunshine.
I finally get the backup cameras going after a few minor issues, and I’m annoyed that I’ve already been gone for over thirty minutes. Closer to forty-five.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask as I click around.
The urge to get home to my girl almost chokes me. Even though I haven’t told her I love her yet, it doesn’t change the fact I do. And I show it even if I haven’t said it. But this is more than just love.
“Find something?” Capone asks, walking into the office.
Three men get out of a beat-up Honda Accord. “Sort of. What the fuck is this?”
