Page 234 of Love Me Stalk Me
I sprint up the stairs to the security suite, heart pounding, hands already forming fists at my sides. I don't bother acknowledging the other guys as I storm in, heading straight for the locked armory.
Guns.
I need guns.
A lot of them.
I've got a fix on Izzy's GPS. The idiots who took her didn't check for a phone, which means they're amateurs. Stupid ones. And thank fucking God for that, because if they had even half a brain between them, I'd be in the dark right now.
I throw open the cabinet, grab a tactical rifle, two pistols, and extra magazines, shoving them into my bag with fast, practiced movements.
I'm halfway out the door when?—
"Callahan!"
I nearly barrel into Amanda, who skids to a stop in front of me, her face tight with confusion and concern.
"What the hell is going on?" she demands. "I heard there was an issue with the VIP shoppers, but I can't find Izzy?—"
I don't have time for this.
"She's been kidnapped."
Amanda's entire body goes still.
"What."
I push past her, sprinting toward the garage, but she grabs my arm, yanking me back with surprising strength.
"Cal, what the fuck do you mean she's been kidnapped?"
I glare at her, yanking my arm free. "I mean exactly that. And I'm going after her."
Amanda blinks at me, her expression shifting rapidly from shock to fury. "Then I'm coming with you."
"No, you are absolutely fuckingnot." I keep walking. "I don't have timeto babysit."
She barks out a laugh, and before I can process what's happening, she reaches into her tiny designer purse and pulls out a pink fucking handgun.
I stop.
Blink.
"What the fuck?"
Her lips curve in that way that says,Oh, you have no idea.
"I've been taking care of myself for a very long time," she says, twirling the gun in her hand like it's an accessory. "I've got a past no one knows about. And if you don't take me willingly, I'll just follow you anyway."
I stare at her.
Of all the people in this goddamn store, Amanda was not who I'd expect to be pulling a weapon out of her fucking purse.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fine. But Izzy comes first."
Amanda nods. "Obviously."
I shove an extra magazine into her hand. "Don't miss."
