Relief hit her so hard her knees buckled.
“You son of a bitch,” Frankie snarled, his glare locked on the man behind her. A man Becky still hadn’t seen, but she knew that voice now. She would never forget it.
“Get out of here, kid,” the man ordered, his voice hard before he chuckled. “I’ll make sure your momma is well taken care of.”
Becky was dragged backward into the van, the door slamming shut as she twisted to look out the window and make sure Frankie was okay. The van started moving as Frankie ran after them, banging on the side and yelling for her. Then the van sped up, leaving her son behind. Tears streamed down her face asrelief and loss tore through her at the same time. He was alive. Frankie was alive. But she was leaving him there, and every inch between them felt like something ripping out of her chest.
“Don’t cry, Becky.” The man’s voice was soft, almost soothing, and it made her skin crawl. “He’s alive, just like I promised. Maybe one day I’ll even let you see him again.”
“Fuck you,” Becky hissed, swiping the tears from her eyes as she turned to finally face her captor.
He sat across from her, relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world, but it was his eyes that shocked her. He was a half-breed. One eye glowed the golden hue of a vampire, and the other was a vibrant blue, both standing out against the golden hair that framed his harsh face. His smile sent a cold wave of fear through her, her thoughts instantly turning to her own safety and the life growing inside her.
He reached out to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away. With speed unseen, he grabbed her chin in a brutal grip. “Let’s not start this relationship off on the wrong foot.” His eyes flared as he moved closer.
Her phone rang, causing his eyes to narrow. One of the men grabbed it out of her back pocket and handed it to him, but he never took his eyes off her. Glancing down at the screen, he smiled, then gave the man behind her a nod. The door slid open, and her phone was tossed out onto the road.
“That was your husband.” He patted her leg, making her skin crawl. “Don’t worry. We’ll give him some hope. I know they have trackers on your phones also.”
“Who are you?” Becky whispered, jumping when the van door slammed shut again, but she didn’t look away from him.
His mismatched eyes dropped to her stomach, then lifted back to her face. “My name is Darius Vane,” he said, his smile spreading slowly. “I am the man who is the father of the child you carry.”
Vomit rose quickly to the back of her throat, but she forced it down. “I’m not pregnant,” she spat the lie, her eyes narrowing.
“We shall see about that.” He smirked, then glanced at his watch. “In about ten minutes. If what you say is true, then we’ll correct that soon enough. This time in a more enjoyable way.”
Becky stared at him, every ounce of fear inside her hardening into something sharper. This bastard thought he had won. Thought he could sit there, touch her, threaten her son, and claim a child that belonged to Sloan. He didn’t know the truth, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to give it to him. Let him think what he wanted. Let him believe she was nothing more than some scared woman trapped in the back of a van. Her gaze flicked to her bag. They hadn’t even checked it. The second she got the chance, she was going to show Darius Vane exactly what happened when a mother had nothing left to lose.
CHAPTER 27
Sloan rushed into his office, his eyes scanning the room only to see a woman sitting in front of Becky’s desk. She stood when he entered. He gave her a nod, figuring it was Dr. Holloway, but he didn’t have time for pleasantries right now.
“If you’re looking for Becky, Mr. Murphy, she isn’t in there,” Dr. Holloway informed him just as he reached for the knob.
His eyes narrowed as he turned. “Where is she?”
“Her son, Frankie, called.” She sat back down, but her smile faded when she saw his expression. “She was really excited. Said he made a surprise visit. She left to meet him at your house.”
Alarms started going off in Sloan’s head as he pulled out his phone. He called Becky, but she didn’t pick up. He then called Frankie’s number and got the same damn result.
“Fuck!” Sloan roared as he ran out of the office and up the steps. Blasting through the control room door, he went straight to the monitors. “Son of a bitch!”
King walked in, looking at the door. “What the hell happened to the door?” He glanced at Sloan and instantly knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”
“Becky’s gone.” Sloan growled, then looked to where they kept the keys. One set was missing. He pointed. “I need a trace on that SUV now!”
King didn’t ask another question. Rushing to the computer, he started working. A map came up, zeroing in on a pinged spot.
“There.” King pointed as Sloan looked down at it.
“Get everyone together and meet me there,” Sloan ordered, his eyes black and fangs down. Whoever had Becky had just started a war, and Sloan was going to end it bloody.
Sloan ran out of the control room almost running down Steve and Adam. “Whoa!” Steve called out as he was slammed against the wall. He looked into the office to see King texting. “What’s going on?”
“Follow him!” King demanded just as their phones went off with Kings message to every Warrior.
Sloan heard them but didn’t slow down. He ran outside to his bike, jumped on, and took off. He swore to a God he hadn’t talked to in a long damn time that if anything happened to Becky, he would end every motherfucker responsible. He broke every speed limit, ran every red light and stop sign, but made damn sure he didn’t cause anyone else to wreck. At this point, he had one mission, and that was to get to her.
