Page 35 of Hiding out with a Royal Billionaire

Chase reached for her hand. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright.”

A bright line switched on in front of them. Chase tensed. “Or maybe not.” He lifted his gun. “Keep your head down.”

Bright lights lit behind them and a car pulled up beside them. Men dressed in black poured out into the night, surrounding their car, with their own guns pointed at Skye.

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Brooks struggled against the ropes at his wrist. His skin was rubbing raw but that was the least of his concerns. Isabella lay at his side. She moaned.

“You awake?”

“Hmm?” She shifted her body against his.

They lay on cement. The room was stifling hot. His clothes were wet through. Their space was tight in what might be a storage room of some sort. He couldn’t hear anything and he had no idea where they’d taken him. All he remembered was a rush on his position. No matter how many bullets he sent toward the group, they had kept coming.

“How’s your leg?”

It had been aching with a pulsing throb all night. “Fine.”

“That good?”

He smiled inside. Of any agent to be trapped with, Isabella was his first choice. She was deceptively strong and clever and a vicious fighter. If they were lucky, the captors would confuse her for his weak girlfriend.

“How are you here?”

“Satellite picked up your situation too late, but I was the closest agent.” She shifted and he felt her wince. “Your team don’t know who I am, bet I’ve been a mystery.”

“Are you injured?”

“Just stiff.”

“So, you came running to my rescue?”

“Mostly, just threw my hysterical self at your side.”

He chuckled. “Perfect.”

“I got myself captured, didn’t I?”

“What do you have?”

“A knife.”

Disappointment filled him.

“And a GPS tracker.”

“They didn’t take it?”

“I swallowed it.”

He wondered how long they’d been stuck in this room. Judging by the raw ache in his stomach, at least twelve hours. He tried to adjust his position, but his body screamed in response.

“We’re tied to the pillar.”

He jerked his good foot. The sound of chains made him want to kick the pillar. “Can we sit?”

They struggled against each other and eventually worked into a sitting position. Even in the darkness, he could tell Isabella was dizzy. “Did you get a head injury?”

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