Once inside, I pulled out my phone as he sped from the curb. “Come on, come on,” I said as I refreshed the app.
“What is that?” Kieran asked.
The data reset, and I glanced down at the little red blinking dot. “It’s the right place. He’s already there. Hurry.”
“His busted watch was back there,” Kieran said as theSUV accelerated. “How are you tracking him? They obviously searched him.”
“Some things should be kept private,” I said, eyes glued to that red dot like it was my entire life.
Because it is.
“Maxfield!” Kieran barked.
“It’s in the plug I put in him before he left.”
Kieran’s face screwed up. “Jesus Christ! Why would you tell me that?”
“Don’t ask twice if you don’t want to know.”
He groaned. “How the fuck did you get a tracker in—you know what? Never mind.” He shook his head. “Why the fuck did you set that asshole on fire back there if you had the address?”
“They had a signal jammer. The tracker wasn’t working at first. Must have reconnected when they got far enough away from the building.”
The phone in my hand started ringing. “Instead of giving him the address, they took him.”
“Did you get the address another way?” Enzo Salvatore calmly asked in my ear.
“How’s Hazard?” Kieran asked.
I rattled off the address.
“Hazard,” Kieran barked.
“My nephew is fine,” Enzo said, and I relayed the message before turning my attention back to Enzo. “You’d better go get your product before I burn it to the ground with everything else in my way.”
Enzo started issuing orders to his men, and I disconnected the call to check the tracker again.
“If you drive any slower, I’m going to get out and run,” I spat.
Kieran’s foot smashed on the gas.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
Rett
This did not go as planned. And even though I should’ve probably been trying to figure out a way to get the bag off my head and learn where I was, all I could think about was Hiro.
“If anything happens to you…”
The desperation with which he held me, kissed me,claimedme still echoed in my mind and body even after I’d been kidnapped. And while wearing a plug to your own kidnapping wasnota good idea, having it there gave me something to focus on instead of fear. I felt him even when I couldn’t see him.
Hiro would be coming for me.
He doesn’t have the address.
A professional stalker doesn’t need one.
