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The license plate on my truck would eventually be run through the system. It’d lead them to a real person with a real address, and it wouldn’t be flagged as fake.

By the time anything would be figured out, Lane would get my correspondence.

He wanted to threatenmygirl. He could learn how it felt.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Sawyer

“What. The. Fuck?” I was whisper-screaming like a freaking banshee as soon as I got in Jake’s truck.

His face was grim, but he shot off into traffic the second my door was closed. “Keep it down. She’s out for now.”

“What thefuck, Jake?” I repeated, facing him. I was not okay with this. “You kidnapped another girl? Is this becoming your next career? This is getting out of hand.”

He shot me a dark look, his mouth flat as he kept driving.

“Talk to me.” A storm was twisting inside me, making me nauseous and furious and so many other emotions. They were all circling together in a funnel in my stomach. “You want me to keep my cool, you start telling me everything. And I meaneverything. No more of this bullshit where I only know so much.”

He shot me an incredulous look, merging onto the interstate. “We’ve been over this—”

“No, Jake. You told meone timewhile I was still the kidnapped person that part of your family is in the mob. One conversation isn’tenough. It doesn’t suffice. You start explaining and you start explainingnowor I’m going to begin screaming my head off when we get wherever the fuck you’re taking us, because, and I cannot believe I have to utter these words, kidnapping girlsis not okay.”

“I’ll tell you everything when we get back.”

I gritted my teeth. “Do you promise?”

“Yes.” His grip tightened over the steering wheel.

“Promise me.”

He jerked his gaze to mine again.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Fucking fine. Ipromise.”

This whole thing didn’t sit right with me, but then again, nothing had felt right since meeting Jake except touching Jake himself. Everything else was a hard pass.

Still.

I glanced over my shoulder at the girl. I’d hear him out. If I didn’t like what I heard or if it made no sense to me, I was pulling the plug. I didn’t care what that meant for me. Kidnapping and terrorizing an innocent girl was not something I could overcome. It was my line.

The girl was gorgeous. Young. I’d guess early twenties.

Even though her face was turned to the side and some of her hair covered her face, her beauty was striking. Smooth light brown skin. Lips that no makeup could enhance. They were perfect. Plump and pink. Long dark eyelashes. Her hair was smooth and straight, and sleek. She wasn’t wearing makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her natural beauty was stunning.

Her nail polish was chipped.

Her jeans looked worn, frayed on the edges and not in a trendy way.

Her sneakers were almost falling apart. One of the shoelaces had been woven through some sort of jewel trinket. I squinted, trying to get a better look, but couldn’t in the dark. It looked like an infinity symbol?

Jake’s phone started ringing. He pulled it out, checked the screen, and cursed. Handing it over, he asked, gruffly, “Can you answer and tell him we got her? I’ll call him back once we’re situated.”

“Who is it?” The screen didn’t give me the answer.Walden Wiseassscrolled over it.

Jake’s lips thinned. “It’s one of the Mafia guys.”

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