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Buzz. Beep.My cell phone vibrates in my pocket. When I don’t answer it, it rings. “I’ve got to get this.”Maverick.My heart skips a beat.

The second the phone is to my ear, Maverick snaps, “We have a problem!”

“What?” My stomach drops to my feet.

“There’s a smashed cell phone less than a foot from Kinsley’s vehicle. It has a black case. Familiar?”

“Yes.” Fear shoots through me, leaving my body weak enough to tumble to the floor if I am hit by a stiff breeze.

“I was afraid of that. Have you seen her?”

“No. Get Mac out.” Acid rises to my throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste. I hang up and swallow hard to keep from breaking down. “Where is Kinsley?”

“She left.” Ann glances at the clock behind the cash register. “She’s been gone over an hour. I would have thought you’d have seen her by now.”

“I haven’t. Her car is still outside, and my friend just found her cell phone smashed by her vehicle.” Anger rolls through me, pushing away the fear. I can’t be weak. No matter how badly I want to break down, she needs me.

“What in the fuck?” Sean marches to the window. When Maverick pounds on the window, Sean’s head jerks backward. “I wasn’t expecting someone to be stalking outside the door. Or for the man to look like a fucking beast walking a big-ass dog. Is he one of your friends?”

“Yes, he’s with me.”

Once Sean opens the door, Ann rushes past him and stands in the middle of the sidewalk. She spins to face me. “If she gets hurt or is already hurt, you get to go to the grave blaming yourself.”

“Ann!” Emma snaps. “That’s enough. It’s clear he cares about her, or he wouldn’t have searched for her or brought his friends.”

“Several friends.” Sean steps out of the way to allow my friends to move inside the building.

Jax places a hand on my shoulder. “There’s a broken heel in the same location we found the cell phone. And a few drops of blood.”

“Fuck.” Tears spring to my eyes. Ann is right. If anything happens to Kinsley, I’ll never forgive myself.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Kinsley

The blinding pain behind my eyes is the first sign that something is wrong. When I lift my arm to rub my forehead, the severity of the situation sinks in. I can’t move my arm. Still.

I blink and wiggle my fingers. They move, but nothing else does. What is going on? I blink, but the world is dark. Where am I? Why is it dark? Why can’t I move?

My stomach cramps as I lick my lips. Ropes. That’s why I can’t move. My hands are tied down. Am I blindfolded? What in the hell?

Marge. Oh, my God. I’ve been kidnapped by Marge. Why? What’s going on?

“I told you not to bring her here.” The female voice sounds vaguely familiar, but the haze in my brain won’t allow me to connect the dots.

“Well, there wasn’t anywhere else to take her,” Marge says in defense of her decision to take me wherever this is.

“And now I have to fix your problem. Again.”

I steady my breathing and try to appear unconscious and harmless. Yeah, I can’t move my fucking arms and legs, so it’s not a real struggle to pull off. And I can’t see anything. I’m pretty flip fucking harmless.

“Did you call him?” Marge asks.

“Yes.” The other woman snaps. “I took care of it. Just like last time.”

“I didn’t tell you to meet him.”

“You weren’t doing anything about it.” The younger woman snaps.Is that Carla?“He was going to marry that woman, and you wouldn’t have gotten a dime out of him.”Carla. That’s Carla’s voice.

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