Page 1 of Dangerous Devotion

CHAPTER ONE

“Go, go, go,” Vince shouted.

There was a screeching sound, unlike anything I’d ever heard.

A violent gust of wind hit us, and the whole helicopter exploded with noise.

I reached out.

And then stared at Vince, who, instead of jumping into our helicopter, attacked the gunman in the other.

Suddenly, the whole world tilted until I couldn’t see Vince anymore as we vaulted off the platform.

Time slowed down when the helicopter did something that felt like a backflip—or we were being pushed off the roof.

I banged my head against the window, then fell forward into my straps as the ground came closer at alarming speed.

We would all die.

Suddenly, Hawk pulled on the controls.

My stomach lurched both from the sudden stall and the terrifying realization of what had just happened.

This had been an attack.

We’d been shot at, and God knows what the men in the helicopter planned to do with us.

And I realized that we weren’t pushed off the roof, but Hawk had maneuvered the helicopter this way…to escape.

Only Vince, Hero, and one of Hawk’s guys were still on that roof.

With those men…

I turned in my seat, tried to catch a glimpse behind us while my heart was racing in my chest, and my pulse pounded in my ears.

Where was Vince? Was he okay? Why didn’t he come with us?

And what the hell just happened?

“Vince,” I murmured over and over while I tried to orient myself.

I didn’t even know in which direction the high-rise was.

All I could see was our own reflection in the mirroring surface of the building next to us, which was close…way too close.

I closed my eyes and replayed the last couple of seconds. Were these men after me? Was all of this my fault? But how would they even know where I was?

Shit. If I hadn’t gotten involved in the hacking, if I hadn’t been so desperate to find something I could disappear in,something I could control after my kidnapping, would none of this have happened?

I opened my eyes again, just in time to watch Dante leaning over and putting a headset over my ears. Then he cupped my cheeks, his face just inches in front of mine.

“Everybody good?” Hawk’s voice in my ears conveyed what Dante was expressing with his eyes.

“Positive,” Hawk’s guy said, his face grim.

“Positive,” Dante replied, then nodded at me.

“Yes,” I whispered, then cleared my throat and repeated my “Yes,” with a little more conviction—I was absolutely not feeling.

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