Page 116 of Seducer

I was loaded up in my four-wheel-drive truck, a vehicle I kept locked down in a separate garage. That had been one decent piece of advice the military prick who’d been my foster father for nine months had taught me. He’d also provided a wealth of information regarding weaponry and the use of explosives.

Who knew the dickhead who’d abused me had a penchant for blowing up buildings. He was the single asshole I hadn’t been forced to eliminate. He’d done so himself.

“What the fuck do you mean she was taken?” Xander was almost yelling into the phone.

That’s what I’d been doing. The fact Sara had been taken from my house not only indicated the person had balls, but also that he had a death wish. Even worse, the motherfucker had managed to bypass my entire security system. No one had ever done that, and I’d had a few try.

Whoever it was had an innate knowledge of systems, but not just the ordinary off the shelf security box.

The ones installed at our corporate offices and every Blackwell brother residence were in use by branches of the military. I’d known some experienced thieves in my time who could break almost any security code or squash any alarm, including those of the infrared variety, but they weren’t typical living breathing humans.

“From my fucking living room,” I snarled and squealed the tires after rounding a corner. I wasn’t certain what I was looking for except the asshole had made a single mistake, getting at least one of the tires from the vehicle he’d been driving into the single muddy location on my property.

“Do you have any idea who we’re talking about?”

“None.” My phone beeped and I pulled it away from my ear. “I need to call you back. Christopher is on the other line. What I do need from you is to notify Wilder. We will be hunting together. And find her brother Kyle at college. Make certain he’s protected. The information is on my computer at the office.”

“I’m on it. Just let me when and where.”

I ended his call and answered Christopher. “You better have something for me.”

“Yeah, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Spill it.”

“The license plate? You won’t believe who owns the vehicle.”

“Not reported stolen?”

He laughed. “No, because it wasn’t. You were right. Brant’s father and Jerry Offsinger were in hot water, the FBI preparing arrest warrants because their crimes crossed several state lines. But that’s not what’s important.”

“Then what the fuck is? I need to find her, Chris. Now. She’s being used and I can’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t know how this shit started, but I do have damn good instincts on how I think this will end.”

“Talk.”

He did and after he filled in the blanks, I felt nothing inside. Nothing at all. There wasn’t a single emotion, not one.

But there were thoughts, plans, and they were methodical.

As I pulled over to the side, I continued listening to Christopher’s theory while I yanked the duffle closer. It was time to prepare for the hunt. Just like the ones from years before. Only they’d been different.

Bloody.

Violent.

And satisfying as fuck.

“Are you listening to me, Zach?” Chris hissed.

“Yes.”

“You do understand this guy works for Boris Karloff, the thug leading the St. Louis Russian mafia. Right?”

“Yes.” I slapped a magazine into my Glock, another into my Beretta. The MR-15 was next. Knives had already been loaded, strapped to various locations on my body.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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