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Shaking her head, Jamison told herself not to focus on the betrayal and try to gain more information. “How does that lead to Toby taking Evie?”
“Ambition makes you do tough things.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
At their feet, Carter tried to push himself up, but the man on his back held him down until he went limp again. Craning her neck, Jamison watched for the measured rise and fall of Carter’s breathing, hoping to God he wasn’t dead.
“Daddy had my tubes tied when I was younger,” Taylor continued. “Those extra organs take up space in your bits and make you fat. Fat women can’t act.”
Jamison’s attention snapped back to Taylor. “Your bits?”
“The tube parts. It’s wasted space, anyway. Daddy said they were easily removed to make you thinner, so he had them do the surgery when I was seventeen,” Taylor explained with an air of annoyance. “But I reversed the whole thing when Toby and I were ready for a family. If we had babies, I wouldn’t mind getting chubby.”
“That’s not how it works. Having your tubes tied… Taylor, that’s not how it works!” Jamison’s eye twitched, her frustration over what she was hearing causing her to lose her mind. “You cannot be this stupid and have pulled all this off.”
“I’m not stupid.” Taylor tilted her head to the side. “Stupid women don’t—”
“We need to go.”
The attacker on Carter stood, and Jamison recognized him immediately. “Bruce.”
“Good to see you again, Ms. Fairweather.” Removing his mask and hood, Bruce grinned. “Mike’s going to love that dress.”
At the mention of Michael, terror replaced her irritation. Jamison’s head whipped around, scanning the hallway. Was Michael here? Were they planning to blow up the hospital?
Taylor stomped her foot, the heel of her shoe cracking against the vinyl flooring in outrage over being interrupted. “Bruce, I was in the middle of my monologue.”
“You’ll have to finish in the car.” Bruce took the syringe from Taylor, his smile turning apologetic. “Hold still, Ms. Fairweather, or you know how much this will hurt.”
Parker’s grip on her tightened, with one arm wrapped around her chest and the other around her head. Yanking hard, he exposed her neck to Bruce, who jabbed the needle into her flesh.
Jamison squeezed her eyes shut as if she could make it all go away. “Michael likes his women responsive,” she blabbered. “Don’t give me too much.”
“Oh, sweet girl, Michael’s not here. It’s just you and me this time,” Bruce said, pushing the drug into her veins, igniting a familiar burn she thought she would never feel again. “I don’t need you responsive.”
Every muscle in her body—every nerve—every ounce of her being right down to the bone trembled. As Bruce gripped her face, he squeezed hard, and the rush of fear struck anew. The literal light at the end of the tunnel shone ahead, the glow of fluorescents coming through the paned window on the double doors. Her family was on the other side. Her dad.
Liam.
The drugs hit, but not like before. There was no slow flow through her system, allowing her to remain upright yet woozy. This time, it hit within seconds, giving almost immediate results.
She would have struck the floor if not for Parker.
“This will leave you pretty much paralyzed for around three hours,” Bruce explained, taking her limp body from Parker so he could be the one to carry her out. “If we aren’t at our destination by then, you’ll get another dose. Understand?”
Nodding was impossible, and he knew it.
“Wait, so she’ll be awake, and I can keep talking?” Taylor asked, retrieving the used syringe from Carter’s body. “I’ve got a lot to say to this bitch and might not have another chance.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Bruce headed toward the stairwell door. “Talk her head off, but she can’t respond. She can only listen.”
Taylor giggled in absolute delight. “Oh, Bruce, you’re so my new favorite henchman.”
Chapter 28
“Taylor breaks all her toys. Don’t let her play with you.”
Bruce hadn’t been entirely truthful. The drugs did knock her out, albeit only briefly. She woke to strange whispers, which were quickly drowned out by Taylor’s incessant rambling.
