Page 8 of Playing For Keeps
Oh, fuck this. Now I know there’s something wrong. I hit Aiden’s number next. He may not answer me, but I’ve got to try.
The call is denied.
I hang up. “Jesus Christ! None of them are answering. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Melanie scans my face. “Jami, I’m scared.”
Not what I needed to hear, but I’m right there with her. “I’ll call my security team.”
I press the contact button and wait for them to pick up. I pace around the room with my world tipping upside down. This is more than me being paranoid.
“George here, Jamison.”
“What do you know about Tom not answering his phone?”
“Um, sir, he’s unable to speak at the moment.” George’s voice falters. He clears his throat. “We’ve been trying to get the details so we could give you a full rundown, but it seems Dori’s been abducted.”
My chest collapses, and my head grows light. “What do you mean, she’s been abducted? When and why didn’t you call me the second it happened?”
“We just got word not two minutes ago. Tom’s at the hospital. I’m on my way, and that’s all the information I was given.”
“Fuck! Fucking find her now!”
“We’ll do everything we can. I just don’t know anything else at this time.”
“Then find the fuck out and call me back.” I disconnect and scream out in searing pain. “That lunatic took her!”
I drop to my knees as my insides turn black. I fucked up so much by leaving her there, and now Dori is gone.
CHAPTER 3
DORI
Hunter’s momleads us out of my loft to a black SUV waiting in the drop-off zone of my complex. My knees are about to buckle and I can barely see straight.
Her goons are at my sides, and Isabella is right behind me with a gun pressed to my back.
Isabella pushes the metal harder into me. “Scream and you’re a dead woman.”
I nod and keep my mouth shut. My body trembles as I scan the surrounding area. It’s a beautiful spring day, but nobody is in sight.
A man in a blue suit stands at the side of the car with the door open. Joan, Hunter’s mom thanks him as she climbs inside.
One of the men escorting me veers off as the other man shoves me.
“Get in.”
I slide in and scoot to the middle of the seat, and Isabella jumps in behind me. The door slams shut. One of the thugs gets into the passenger seat as the other takes the driver’s seat.
I peek over my shoulder and see the guy in the blue suit get into a car behind us. We speed away moments later.
Blood swooshes through my ears as my heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest.
I turn to Joan Venturi. “What do you want from me?”
She lifts a thermos out of the drink holder near my feet. “Drink this.”
“What is it?” I shake my head.
