Page 141 of The Moments You Were Mine
“Off the fire road. Above where we were shot at. I was surprised to see her because I didn’t know she was back yet. And then I saw the g-gun… He had it a-aimed at her. They d-disappeared into the trees.”
I ripped open the hut’s door. Lance and Sweeney were inside, bent over the screens, searching the cameras. I went directly to the gun cabinet, punched in the code I’d been given by my father, and yanked it open. The rifle was too big. It would only slow me down. I grabbed a leg and a chest holster, loading weapons into both. Cranky did the same next to me.
Behind me, Sweeney’s deep voice said, “Stop. There.”
I turned to the screen and saw the dark sedan I’d watchedleave the airport stop in nearly the same spot where the offroad motorcycle had been parked the day of the shooting.
“Stupid to come here.” Cranky swore under his breath.
I watched as the man got out of the passenger seat. Hat. Sunglasses. Gun tucked in his waistband like a loser. He popped the trunk and tossed zip ties inside as he pointed a second gun at her. I couldn’t see her, couldn’t see if she was hurt or bleeding from the crash. From his hands.
Rage consumed me.
Another few seconds went by as he spoke to Fallon while she was still inside the trunk before hauling her out. She stumbled, but he just grabbed her arm and dragged her along the dirt.
My fury turned into an all-consuming inferno.
Her hands were zip-tied, but he’d made the mistake of letting her tie them in front of her. It was easier to get out of them from that angle, although I doubted Fallon knew it. Still, it was another mistake in a sea of them Ike had made in the last hour.
Fallon’s face was white as snow, and her hands shook as she pushed her hair from her eyes.
Even hurt and afraid, her beauty shimmered around her. So fucking brave and strong.
And alone.
My chest nearly seized. I’d promised her, just as her dad had, that she wouldn’t face anything horrible by herself again, and yet there she was. All fucking alone.
“Parker.” Sweeney’s voice drew my gaze from the screen to his eyes, full of the same rage and hate I was feeling. “Plan time.”
“Rafe,” I said. “We need to get him on the phone and warn him. Ike will make her call him. That’s his endgame. Revenge against Rafe. Ace is the one who wanted Fallon.” Fuck. Was Ace here? On the property too? I swallowed over the lump that formed in my throat. “This is all just fun and games to Ike until he gets his hands on the man who put him in prison, the man ultimately responsible for his sister’s death. He won’t kill Fallon until he’s sure he has Rafe dangling from a hook and on his way. He’ll need somewhere he can defend, somewhere he can keep her without anyone sneaking in from the rear.”
“The caves.” Chuck’s shaky voice drew our gaze. He flinchedunder our scrutiny. He swallowed hard before continuing, “The caves the bandits used are in that direction.”
He lifted his chin toward the cameras and the line of trees Ike and Fallon had disappeared into.
“How well do you know them?” I demanded.
“I know them well enough.” The teen’s voice had evened out, determination underlining it now.
The door of the hut bounced against the wall, and my gun was in my hand, aimed at the opening, before Kurt and Teddy drew to a stop.
Teddy—who had fucking something to do with Lorenzo.
All it took was two long strides for me to have him up against the wall with my forearm to his neck and my gun at his temple. Teddy’s eyes grew wide with fear. Voices shouted at me. Cranky. Sweeney. Kurt.
“How much did you get?” My voice was a low, deadly growl.
“What the hell?” Teddy choked out.
“Puzo. How much did you get for turning on her?”
Kurt stepped up and tried to yank my arm away. “Parker! What the hell? Stop!”
Cranky pulled Kurt back, and my arm pressed harder into Teddy’s throat.
“Puzo threw you under the bus, Teddy,” I snarled. “How much did you get, and what did you give him in return?”
“Fuck you,” Teddy gasped. “You think I’d turn on her? On Fallon or Lauren? Fuck. You.”
