Page 6 of The Captive
“Maybe not,” he replied casually.“But one phone call and your mother dies.”
Panic slammed into her.Mom?No, he was bluffing.Her mother was staying with an old girlfriend at Martha’s Vineyard, according to her brother Dylan.No way could these men know that.
“A friend of mine is staring through the scope of a rifle as we speak, and your mother’s pretty little face is in his sights.The Vineyard is lovely this time of year, don’t you think?”
Her pulse shrieked between her eyes.Oh, God.Theydidknow where her mom was.She forced herself to stay calm.Okay, this didn’t mean anything.Just because they knew her mom’s location didn’t mean some sniper was actually situated there.Cold Eyes could still be bluffing, but…if he wasn’t… Lord, if he wasn’t, she wasn’t about to endanger her mother’s life by causing a scene.
Better to get off the train with these men.Maybe she could lose them in the terminal.Maybe—
The barrel of a gun jammed into her side.“Keep walking.”Scar Cheek, this time, and he had a deep rumble of a voice.He had a gun, too, and was now using it to make sure she kept to the rapid pace they’d set for her.
They neared the door.Lana’s gaze darted around like that of a scared rabbit, trying to find a way out of this, a person whose eye she could catch.But the other passengers were filing off the train, chatting obliviously to one another, as the purser helped them onto the platform.
The man ahead of them got off first.Again, she experienced a weird sense of familiarity.Sheknewhim.The hard set of the shoulders, the almost militarily precise walk.It reminded her of her brother Jim, who was a trained Special Forces operative.He moved with that same predatory grace.
Lana was suddenly heaved down the steps, her suitcase thudding onto the floor of the train platform.Cold Eyes stood directly beside her, his brown eyes dark with irritation and impatience.“Faster,” he ordered.“And put a smile on your damn face.”
A smile?She was seconds away from bursting into tears.Hot moisture painfully pricked her eyelids and her throat was so tight she could barely draw in a breath.But then she remembered the gun tucked in his coat, and forced her lips to cooperate.She tugged up the corners of her mouth, trying to look happy, to pretend that she wasn’t being taken hostage by three fierce-looking thugs.
The smile didn’t hold, though.It lasted all of three seconds, until the third man whose face she still hadn’t seen finally turned around.
A shocked gasp flew out of her throat.
Oh,God.
It was Deacon!Deacon, standing right there on the platform, the hem of his trench coat blowing around from the brisk wind in the station.
Their eyes locked.For one brief second, hope shot up her chest, warming her heart.He was here.He was going to save her.He was—
“Keep walking,” Deacon snapped, and all the hope in her body fizzled like a wet candle.
She felt pressure against her hip.Realized Scar Cheek was pressing his gun into her back.Fear spiraled through her.Fear and amazement and pure and utter shock.
Deacon.Was here.He was here, with two other men.With guns.
Oh, God, she was being kidnapped by the father of her baby.
CHAPTER 2
Deacon Holt was not a religious man.Never had been, probably never would be.Yet at that moment, as he stared into Lana Kelley’s bottomless blue eyes, he found himself praying.
Praying that she’d keep her mouth shut.
If she said his name, or let on that they’d slept together, they’d both be screwed.Le Clair wouldn’t think twice about yanking Deacon’s ass off this assignment, and if that happened, Lana Kelley would be utterly alone.Defenseless.
Dead.
Deacon forced the troubling thought from his head and kept walking.A quick backward glance and he confirmed that the flood of familiarity was still swimming on Lana’s gorgeous face.She knew exactly who he was.
Well, no kidding.They’d gone to bed with each other, of course she wouldn’t forget that.
Frustration gathered in his gut, making his intestinesburn.Damn it.Why,whyhad he slept with her?He’d always prided himself on possessing incredible control, yet one look at Lana Kelley’s flawless features and slender fragile body, and he’d been a goner.He was supposed to be tailing her, monitoring her movements until Le Clair got word from his bosses that the mission was a go.Instead, he’d fallen into bed with the woman, unable to steel himself against her soft, melodic voice and big blue eyes.
At least Le Clair didn’t suspect anything.After Lana left his hotel room that night, Deacon had reported in, informing his boss that inadvertent contact had been made.Le Clair promptly pulled him off tailing rotation, and Deacon had spent the past two weeks alternating between the urge to kick himself and the need to see Lana Kelley again.
Somehow, the woman had gotten under his skin.Big-time.
And yet you’re kidnapping her,said the mocking voice in his head.
