Page 77 of Dangerous Secret

Fool.“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The moment he felt the barrel of Delgado’s gun touch his back, he spun, grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it, causing him to lose his grip on the weapon, while at the same time, he swept his leg behind Delgado’s knees, sending him to the floor with a heavy thud. Delgado grabbed Grayson’s leg, attempting to bring him down. Anticipating his move, Grayson twisted his body, extricating his leg from Delgado’s grasp.

Grayson snatched up the gun, then put his foot on Delgado’s chest and pressed down. “You move, you die.”

“I’m coming in,” Cooper said. “Don’t shoot me.”

“Copy.” When Cooper stepped next to him, Grayson handed him Delgado’s gun. “He’s all yours.” He leveled his gaze on Pressley, and his blood turned to ice. During the minute it took to remove Delgado as a threat, Pressley had dragged Harlow and Tyler out of the chair. He dared to hold a gun to her head. He was a dead man, all right.

“You really don’t want to do that, Mr. Pressley.”

“How about if I just shoot you?” He swung the gun from Harlow to Grayson.

Grayson shrugged. “You could, but you shoot me, my friend here will shoot you. Let them go.” Thankfully, Tyler was still sleeping through this, but Harlow’s eyes were wide with fear, and that just didn’t work for Grayson.

“I think it’s time to make our exit.” Pressley put thegun to her head again and moved behind her, using her as a shield. “Pick up my briefcase, wife.”

Grayson was getting really tired of the man calling herwife. Pressley knew if he pulled that trigger, he was a dead man, so Grayson wasn’t worried…yet. But leaving with Harlow and Tyler as hostages? Not happening.

“You try to follow me, and I’ll shoot her.” He poked Harlow in her head with the gun. “Get the briefcase.”

She gently lowered Tyler to the chair, then ripped the duct tape from her mouth, wincing as she did. “I can’t carry a briefcase and hold Tyler at the same time.”

“Figure out a way,” Pressley said.

“Unless you want to carry him, Tyler’s staying here.” She locked eyes with Grayson.Take care of my son,her eyes said.

He smiled.You know I will.She was both brave and smart. He’d already noted that the safe was open, and no way was Pressley leaving the briefcase behind.

“Get the damn briefcase,” Pressley snarled.

As soon as she picked up the briefcase, Pressley pulled her back to a door behind them.

“Stay with her son,” Grayson said after they were gone. “Call Sean, tell him what’s going on.” He went out the door he’d come in. It was a faster route to the garage than the way Pressley was going.

He was counting on Pressley being smart enough to not do something stupid, like hurting Harlow before he could get away. After that, though? All bets were off. Grayson had no intention of letting the man leave with her.

Tyler was safe now, so he only had one more person to rescue, and rescue her he would. He ran to the garage. The trick would be to herd Pressley to one of the cars. The Mercedes, he decided. It was the one Pressley drove the most,and there was more room in the back for Grayson to hide. He kept the keys to the Beemer and the Range Rover and returned the Mercedes’s key to the hook.

The SEAL’s motto ran through his mind as he crouched down behind the driver’s seat.The only easy day was yesterday.“Ain’t that the truth,” he muttered.

Not more than a minute later, the side door to the garage banged open.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Harlow said.

“Get in the damn car, Harlow, or I’ll shoot you right here,” Pressley roared as he jerked the driver’s side door open.

“No.”

Grayson needed her to get in the car, too, for his plan to work.

“Fine, we’ll stay here, and when your hero comes to rescue you, I’ll shoot him and then you.”

“I hate you,” she said as she got in and climbed over the console.

Pressley slid into the driver’s seat. “It didn’t have to be this way.” He pushed the garage door opener, and when it was up, he backed out.

“No, it didn’t,” she said. “But unfortunately, you turned out to be a lousy husband. A total jerk, actually.”

“Careful,” Pressley growled. “You don’t want to push me.”

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