Page 54 of Hold Me Before You Go

“Mags is right. There’s no way he would be able to get out here,” Denver agreed.

My spine straightened. “What did you just say?” I breathed, looking up to Denver.

He gave me a sympathetic smile. “There’s just no way the Sheriff’s department would be able to send someone out here. The storm is too—”

“Not that,” I cut him off, looking over to the man by the door. When I looked back to Denver, I raised my arm, pointing at the man. “What did you just call him?”

“Mags,” the man said, answering for Denver.

I looked over at him, tears forming in my eyes. “Mags,” I rasped, inhaling a choppy breath.

He nodded. “That’s my name.”

“Mags,” I whimpered, sobs jerking my body now.

Something flashed within his dark eyes. Then, he was moving, coming around the couch as the rest of them closed in on me. “You’reMags,” I pushed out through my sobs, my emotions overwhelming me.

I was truly safe now.

I could breathe now.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Harmony asked.

My eyes didn’t leave Mags as tears fell onto my cheeks, one after the other. “I’m Carrie,” I whispered thickly.

The keys fell from Mags’ hands as his face twisted in disbelief. “Carrie?”

I nodded, sobbing.

I would never forget the words he said next.

“You’re Grayson’s sunshine.”

Chapter Thirteen

Grayson

“Gray?”

I turned away from the windows and the blizzard raging outside to find Jake standing in my office doorway, looking like shit. None of my guys had slept more than two hours at a time since Carrie’s kidnapping.

I didn’t think I’d slept over three in the last five days.

I couldn’t.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her covered in blood, being tortured in the same manner I had been.

Now, I was looking at Jake, realizing how far gone we were. A blizzard had swept over Colorado, one of the worst the state had seen in years. Half the state, including the city of Denver, was out of power. Thankfully, the central downtown buildings had backup generators. However, I couldn’t help but fear that my sunshine was out there, somewhere, freezing in this mess.

Then again, I was losing my fucking mind.

I didn’t even know if she was in this state, let alone the fucking country anymore. Time passed, and we still had no leads. Brandon and Monica disappeared, and even though Jake was monitoring both of their bank accounts, everything was quiet. They had to be using cash—Monica’s money, no doubt. Brandon had a single account, under a fake name, and there was less than thirty dollars in the damn thing. Monica’s account, however, had a good chunk of change in it. We’d learned that money had come from multiple deposits from one of Robert’s three accounts over the years. He’d been taking care of his mistress on the side and had been using both of his aliases to do it.

“Jake, I need you to go get some sleep,” I told him, authority laced through my voice. I’d been pushing him too hard, demanding too much of him because of the skills he possessed. “Go to your apartment and clock in eight hours for me.”

Jake shook his head. His hair was tied back, bags underneath his eyes and redness within them. He’d been staring at his screens for too long. He also looked devastated. “Gray,” he repeated, holding up a piece of paper. Not even a second later, Hayes came up behind him, his tired eyes wide.

“She talked. She’s spilling everything to Dominic right now.”

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