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Paul balks, cringing, helpless. He looks over at me desperately. Things are not going to plan. I feel a wave of helplessness wash over me in the situation. What the hell was I thinking? That I’d ride in here and defeat Viktor and his men single-handedly?
As Paul and Katie are led away, I realize I’ve made a terrible mistake. I pray that the guys know where I am and that they’re coming for me. But the reality is, I’m all alone with a dangerous psychopath. I’m tempted to plead to him that I’m pregnant, to spare my baby, but I know it won’t make a difference.
“What do you want from me?” I ask.
I look into his soulless, mad eyes, and I realize some fates are worse than death. I thought I knew what I was facing, thathe wanted me dead. But in his solitude, his hatred of me has turned into an even darker, more terrifying obsession. I realize that the unhinged notes he made Paul write to me reflected his intentions all along.
“I want you, Harper. You are mine.”
Chapter 25
Hawk
It didn’t take long after we arrived at the safehouse for us to realize that Harper and Paul had never been here. The place is silent and empty. Harper had lied to us. They were never intending to come here.
Or had she lied? What if Paul had somehow overpowered her?
“Fuck!” Wolf snaps. “That fucking snake Paul must have known exactly what the note meant. He must have forced Harper to go there.”
“We spoke to her. If she were being forced, she’d have said something. She was the one with the gun,” Bear points out.
“Maybe he managed to disarm her?” I suggest.
“How the fuck are we supposed to find them?” Wolf barks, pacing back and forth.
Why would she lie to us and go to meet Viktor alone? I ask myself, but I know the answer already—she doesn’t want any of us to get hurt. She thinks she can save Katie. But surely, she wouldn’t sacrifice herself like this?
Wolf’s phone begins to ring, and he pulls it out of his pants. “It’s Pam,” he mutters, seemingly ready to ignore it.
“Answer it,” I insist, sensing she must be ringing because of Harper.
Wolf takes the call and puts the phone on speaker.
“I’m so sorry, Wolf. I only just saw the message now. Harper sent me a voicemail. She’s headed to face Viktor alone,” Pam says, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“We know. What did she say?” Wolf asks impatiently.
“Did she give a location?” Bear chimes in.
“Yes, the warehouse on pier 47. It said to be there before dawn.”
The lightening sky tells us we’re already too late.
“Shit, we have to go now,” Wolf says, throwing the phone at me. “Find out everything she said,” he orders before moving out to order the rest of the men.
We’re going to war.
“Pam, did Harper say anything else? Any other clues about what Viktor might be planning?” I ask, my heart thudding in my chest.
The thought that Harper is in danger, that we might be too late already, makes me feel like I can’t breathe. Like the world is ending. We have to save Harper. She and our unborn baby are the only thing that matters. But then Pam says something else that shifts my entire focus and reminds me that Harper might be my world, but I will never be hers. Not fully.
“Oh god Hawk! I think there’s someone here, I think they’ve come for Jenny!”
“Lock the doors, stay away from the windows. I’ll be there straight away,” I say.
Jenny’s the most important thing to Harper. As much as I want to go to Harper, to save her, I know that if I choose to saveher, and anything happens to Jenny because of it, she’ll never forgive me.
I turn to the guys, voice tight. “It’s Pam. Someone’s at her place. I think they’re after Jenny.”
