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Turning the car around, I drove to the gate and parked just outside it. The guy in the guard station stepped out with a glare.

“Who’re you?”

“Hey, baby. I’m here to see the boss.”

The guy eyed me. Yeah, I didn’t exactly look like a slut in jeans and a tee, but the guy could be stupid.

“Move the fuck along. Boss doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

All right, he wasn’t stupid. I needed to get in another way.

“Aw, but, baby, he’ll wanna see me.” I opened the door, hitting him in the gut. He gasped, hunched a little. “Shit, so sorry, baby. Let me rub it for you.” Quickly, I moved out and around. As he was starting to stand, my fist met with the side of his face.

To my shock and elation, he fell to the ground, passed out cold.

“Seriously?” I asked his unconscious form with my hands on my hips. “You couldn’t put up a fight?” I grumbled, rocking back and forth on my feet. “Idiot.” I grabbed his arms and started to drag the fool towards the guard station. The fucker was heavy, but I wasn’t a weakling. In my line of work, I needed to stay physically fit. Still, the oaf was a struggle. Once he was in, I found some handcuffs and clicked them on his wrist and then to his desk, which was bolted to the wall. I unplugged the phone, threw it outside and checked him over. He had a two-way, which I pocketed, and a mobile, which was another thing I threw out the door before pressing the button to open the gate. I climbed back into the car and drove towards the house.

It was dark. The only places illuminated were the house and the guard station at the gate. I didn’t even have the car headlights on, hoping it wouldn’t attract attention. The place was eerily quiet, and I wondered where all the guards were. Unfortunately, I ran into one just as I got out of the car.

“Hey, you,” was shouted.

I stopped, waved, and waited for the guy to come closer. “Hi. The guy at the gate let me in. I have a meeting with the boss.”

He opened his mouth to say something, and since his eyes were raking over my body, he didn’t see my fist coming. He stumbled back, blinking at me. Yeah, not many expected a small, slim woman to have power behind her punch. Before he gained back his brains I scrambled, I ran at him and curled my arm around his neck. Swinging around his back, I used my other hand and gripped my arm, holding him tight in a chokehold. He struggled, trying to buck me off, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip. He fell to his knees, tapping my arm. It wasn’t until he passed out that I let go and stood, dusting myself off.

I quickly searched him, throwing his phone into the bushes near the house. I didn’t have anything to tie him up with, and there was no time to look. I had to get to Zara in case anything was happening. Leaving him where he was, I hoped I got in and out before he woke.

Pulling out my gun, I stalked to the front door. Finding it unlocked, I sighed in relief and went straight in. The front hall was lit. Voices came down the hall; one was female. Hoping it was Zara, I headed in that direction.

I was almost to the end of the hall when a door opened right in front of me. The guy who’d carried Zara out of the bar strolled out but stopped when he spotted me. His eyes widened as he made a dive for me, which was stupid. I stepped back and hit him in the head with the end of my gun. He dropped to the floor.

I seriously had to wonder who the hell the boss was and why he would hire such idiots.

Stepping over him, I pushed through the door, gun raised, and froze.

“Travis?” Recognition swarmed me. Travis. Travis Stewart. Seeing him sitting behind the desk, foolish or not, I relaxed a little. My gaze shifted to Zara. She seemed okay as she sat opposite the desk staring over at me and then to Travis and back to me.

Of course she had to open her mouth and say, “That’s your Travis?” She gasped and turned back to Travis with an inquisitive look.

“Violet. What are you doing here?” Travis asked, shock clear in his voice.

Shaking my head, I placed my gun in the back of my jeans. “I came for Zara.” I made my way over to stand beside her.

“Where are my men?” Travis asked, his lips twitching.

I shrugged. “Unconscious. Travis, what’s going on here? Why kidnap Zara?”

“Pam here told me Zara abused her in front of my child. I couldn’t stand for that. I needed to have a word with her.”

My chest burned at the knowledge of Travis having a child, but I pushed it down. I glanced to the woman standing beside Travis. I scoffed at the ridiculousness. “Zara wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I jerked my head Pam’s way. “She’s lying.”

“I am not,” the slut screeched.

“Oh, just give it up,” Zara said. Then her attention went to Travis. “Ask my man. He’ll tell you.”

“Travis,” I called. When his eyes came to me, I added, “you really should have gone about this in a different way.”

A single brow rose. “Why?”

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