Page 337 of Tempted By her Daddies

They all felt the same. The fury was building up inside Salem and he wished he could break. That he could kick a chair. Punch something.

Yell and scream.

But if he let go of his control right now he might never get it back.

“We need to find Mark. The things he knows . . . have you found any information from his background that would indicate when he became one of Pinky’s men?” Riordan said.

“Not for sure,” Roman said. “His background holds up. He seems completely legitimate. Pinky must have helped him get Tamsyn out of the country.”

“My guess is that he’s been one of Pinky’s men for a while,” Salem said. “Maybe before he came onto the team.”

“Fuck,” Riordan said. “What about Ms. Clemens? Is there anything strange in her background?”

All three of them scowled at Riordan.

“She’s the victim,” Salem said.

“She has been kidnapped!” Alexei added. “And it’s all our fault. It’s because of us that he took her and when we find him . . . he’s a dead man.”

Both Salem and Roman nodded, united in this.

No one touched their girl and lived.

Two days later,the video arrived in Roman’s inbox.

When he clicked on it, Roman immediately felt ill. After forcing himself to watch it, he got up and rushed to the toilet before he vomited.

Not that he had anything in his stomach to throw up.

Sitting back in his chair, he sent a message to Alexei and Salem.

God. He felt weak and shaky.

Perhaps he should have eaten some of the food that Evette had brought up for him.

But he couldn’t even think of eating now.

“What is it?” Salem asked, rushing through the door. “I was just on the phone to Trin about some things we could do to possibly find Tamsyn.”

Trin was one of Alina’s fiancés.

“They’re going to help us?” Alexei asked, walking in behind Salem.

“Yes, of course,” Salem said. “They’re worried about her too.”

But not as worried as they were. They couldn’t be.

And they had reason to worry.

“We might . . . we might need their help. We might need all of their help. Watch this.”

He hit play on the recording. Alexei made a noise like a wounded bull as Tamsyn appeared on the screen.

But not Tamsyn like they knew her.

This Tamsyn was tied to a chair with ropes. She looked terrible. Her clothes were torn, her hair was a rat’s nest. But worst of all . . .

“That fucker beat her?” Alexei said in a hoarse voice.

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