Page 158 of Receiving His Mercy
Every employees at Raptor Inc. wore a tracker. Tyler’s was in his watch, which was showing that he was still in Oliver’s office.
“Call Miranda Waterford. And Rory?” he said to the younger woman who was hovering just inside the office.
“Yes?”
“Call your brother, tell him what’s going on. I need to find a plane to take me to Africa. Now.”
“Actually, I might know of someone who can help,” Rory told him, looking pale and concerned. “Let me talk to Gray.”
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God her head hurt.
And why was it so noisy? And bouncy?
She woke up, staring around. She couldn’t understand where she was. What was going on?
Why had she fallen asleep on something so hard?
Shit. Fuck.
Panic filled her. She was in a plane. But not a normal plane. It looked like she was in a cargo area. There were crates of stuff around her and she was on her own.
Wait . . . no she wasn’t. There was a set of feet.
Who was that?
A sob escaped her as she managed to shift herself around a crate to see Tyler lying there. He looked so pale and there was blood on his forehead.
What the hell had happened?
What was going on?
Bile rose and she choked it back, not wanting to vomit. That would just add to the delightful smells. God, it was awful in here.
Her mind raced as she tried to remember.
Oliver. Oh, God. She’d gone to a meeting with Oliver and there had been men there.
Men who had kidnapped her and Tyler.
Men who obviously worked for Aadan.
But why? Why take her now?
And why take Tyler too?
Was Oliver okay?
Tyler groaned. Her heart raced. She was going to have to try and keep him alive. It was her fault he’d been taken.
God.
Why had she gone to that meeting? Why hadn’t she told Oliver that she couldn’t go anywhere?
How was she going to get the two of them out alive?
Tyler moaned again and sat up. Then he spotted her. Finally, he glanced around. He grasped hold of his head. “Fuck. We’re in fucking trouble here, aren’t we?”
