Page 145 of Ruthless Savage

She drops the call, and with a growl, I pound the wheel with a fist. How do I constantly keep failing her?!

“Feck!” I can’t lose her too.

I knew I shouldn’t have married her. I put her at risk even more.

Taking Iseult’s advice, I call Konstantin.

He immediately answers. “Hello, friend. I received the money you owed me. Much appreciated. What can I do for you?”

“Look, I need your help. Someone took Eriu. Someone from my past. This gang run by Francis Palmer from California.”

“And why would they want to hurt you or the lovely Ms. Quinn?”

“Actually, it’s Mrs. McHale now.”

He chuckles with a twinge of shock. “Well, well. Pozdravleyu. You finally wised up. I guess you have me to thank for my part in it.”

“Maybe not. Now that she’s my wife, they’re going to kill her just to hurt me.”

“Did you betray them?”

I can’t exactly tell Konstantin everything, so I give him a little bit of the truth.

“I left, and they didn’t approve. Killed my brother for it, and now they’re gonna kill her.”

“Nu da. You have a problem. Let me get some people on it, and I’ll call you if I have something.”

“Thanks.”

He ends the call, and I drop the cell into the cup holder, turning left on a street with some construction going on.

Muttering a curse, I turn onto another block, but this time, something else stops me.

Ambulance lights flash, a fire truck in front of it.

My heart stills as I parallel park and jump out, running toward the scene, needing to make sure she isn’t hurt…or dead.

The cops have the area taped off, a car flipped onto the passenger side. I recognize one of the officers who works for Patrick and get his attention.

“Devlin, hey,” he whispers. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What happened here?” I glance at the car, the front windows smashed like someone broke it.

“Car accident and possible abduction. Witness said someone went straight into it.”

Feck.

“Who was inside?”

“No one that we saw when we got here.” He glances at the other cops as he continues, like he doesn’t want them to overhear. “Witness said he saw a man in a ski mask heading for the car, and he dragged two women out, then brought them into a black SUV.”

“Bloody hell!” I grab the back of my neck and squeeze. “What did they look like? Did he say?”

“One was in jeans and had darker hair, maybe black. The other had long brown hair and light pink sneakers. That’s all I know for now. We’re waiting on cameras.”

His voice trails. There’s a ringing in my ear, so loud I can barely hear him.

Light pink sneakers…

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