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Brynn would have to trust him as well.
She quickly texted Ace Oliveira back in San Francisco. Norcross Security’s tech genius could get Justin’s contact details fast.
“Can you drive your rental car back to the villa?” she asked Haven. “I’ll meet you there.”
Haven nodded and took the keys.
By the time Brynn slid into the Purosangue and adjusted the seat, Ace had texted her the number and address for Justin Clarke. She also did a quick search on the name Navarro and found out that Luciano Navarro was not a nice man.
Dammit. What the hell was going on?
On the drive back to the villa, she turned over all the possibilities. Nothing made sense. As far as she knew, Vander had no connection to Luciano Navarro.
Back at the villa, Brynn changed into black jeans and a black T-shirt. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail. Then she glanced at Vander’s suitcase in the closet. She knew her husband. She checked his bag and found a Glock hidden in a zippered pocket. She was also highly aware of the black duffel bag hidden at the back of the closet. She hoped she wouldn’t need to open that.
After checking the Glock, she slipped the handgun into the waistband of her jeans at her lower back and pulled her black shirt over it.
Then she strode out of the bedroom.
“What’s the plan?” Haven rose from the couch in the living room.
“I’m going to see Justin. He lives here and knows the players.” She took Haven’s hand and squeezed. “Our husbands are two of the biggest badasses on the planet. They’ll be fine.”
Haven nodded, but looked unconvinced. “I should come with you.”
“No, I need you to stay here. In case they come back.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
Brynn strode out of the villa, feeling the cool night air on her cheeks. Now that the sun had disappeared, the temperature had dropped.
The stars were just starting to blink to life. She slid into the SUV and started the engine.
She was going to find her husband. Whatever it took.
You’d better be alive and unhurt, Norcross.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stifling a groan, he held himself still and listened.
Pain throbbed through Vander’s body, but he locked it down. He took stock. His arms were above his head, and he was hanging, his feet just touching the floor. His shoes, belt, and watch were gone.
He cracked open an eye.
He was in an empty room, with stone walls and a concrete floor, hanging from a set of chains. Rhys hung across from him in the same situation, head drooping to his chest. The door was closed and there was no one else in the room.
“Rhys? Rhys?” Vander kept his voice low.
His brother groaned quietly, and much like Vander, stayed still and silent until he got the lay of the land.
The paint on the walls was faded and the building looked old. The stone floor was stained with old, rusty, red marks.
They weren’t the first people to be hung up in here.
He really didn’t want to stick around and find out what happened next.
