Page 115 of Queen Of Dark Money

Icould hear him clicking away in the background, and the seconds ticked by, only fueling my rage asIwaited for an answer–any answer.Finally, he clapped his hands and ran them over his keys again, and an address popped up in my inbox.

AnaddressI’dbeen to before.

Itwas my fucking shipping warehouse.

“Fuck.”

Ihung up onSpectrewith a mutteredthanksand flicked back to the group call, swearing like a sailor. “Iknow where she is.”

Iwas at my door in a flash, yelling orders to my security detail asIwhipped a coat off the hook and rushed to the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator this time.Hell,Icould fall eighty stories faster than that elevator would carry me, and though it wouldn’t help whenIreached the bottom, battered and bloodied, at leastI’dget there faster.

Everysecond counted.

“Whereare we heading?”Rafedemanded, his bike revving in the background.

“Mywarehouse by the docks,”Ipanted, taking the stairs likeIwas young again, two and three at a time, knowing damn wellI’dfeel it in the morning but not caring enough to give a damn. “Who’sclosest?”

“JasperandIare heading down the freeway fromKCHnow,”Riverreported, swearing under his breath as he no doubt swerved through traffic. “Rafe?”

“I’mjust passing the club now.Fireand rescue are still sorting through the rubble.”Hepaused, his voice softer now. “Sorry,Riv.”

“Buildingwas insured.Herlife isn’t.”Icould hear his engine roar in the background as he hammered the gas pedal, rushing to get to her as fast as he could. “Dom?”

“I’mleaving my apartment now.You’llall be behind me, but not by much.”

Ijust hopedIcould get there in time before my son did somethingI’dhave to kill him for.

CHAPTER FIFTY

RAFE

Ikicked my bike into high gear, ignoring the pain beneath my ribs whereRiverhad landed a hell of a right hook, hoping she was okay.Ihadn’t seen the video, butIcould hear the voices onDom’send, andIknew from the wayRiverandJaspergasped that it wasn’t good.Iwas afraid ifIasked for details,I’dlose my head, and when you’re pushing a bike to top speeds, which was nearly triple the posted speed limit, there really wasn’t any room for error.

Isped past cops who didn’t even try to pull out after me, their radar guns no doubt laughing at them asIzipped by, blasting through red lights, narrowly missing a few collisions that would have spelled death for me.Ididn’t care about myself anymore, just about reaching her.

Westill needed to have a conversation.Therewas so muchIhadn’t said yet.

Likethe fact thatIdidn’t hate her anymore.ThatIwanted her to stay here when this was all over.Thather voice reminded me of sunshine in spring, her smile was contagious, and her laughter the most beautiful musicI’dever heard.

ThatIfucking loved her, and had ever since we’d been young and stupid in college, and that was why the things that happened had hurt so much.

AndnowImight never get that chance.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Irevved the bike as hard as she’d go, speeding through the familiar streets with reckless abandon, one goal on my mind–get to her.Ijust prayed it’d be in time.

WhenIfinally rolled to a stop at the warehouse,Ididn’t see any of the others’ cars.Therewas just a lone black van at the end of the lot, unmarked, blacked out, and highly suspicious.Ithrew the kickstand down on the bike and shot off like a rocket, racing to the side of the warehouse, where the door was propped open and a thin ray of light leaked out.

Iwasn’t prepared for the scene that greeted me whenIshoved it the rest of the way open.

Standingdead center of the room, his left hand on a blade pressed againstKenzie’sthroat, was a deranged man who looked vaguely familiar.I’dseen him once or twice, in pictures atDom’shouse and at least once in person, during impromptu visits to the shipping warehouse for his antiques business.Heleered down at her, oblivious to the fact thatI’dentered the building, andIdecided to use it to my advantage, words failing me for the moment.

Ineeded every advantageIcould get my hands on, and the element of surprise was an unexpected windfallIwasn’t about to look down on.

Iinched closer to the two of them, picking up bits and pieces of his deranged rambling as he taunted her with the knife.Iswore to land a solid hit on him for every cut on her beautiful skin, and judging by the amount of blood on the floor at her feet, this man would be dead beforeIfinished.

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