Page 91 of Erik's Salvation
He lifted his phone as he left his bedroom and called her on his way down the stairs.
It went to voice mail.Dammit.Where the hell was she?
The sound of pounding rain filtered in from outside. He didn’t like that he didn’t know where she was, not when Marco was still in town.
Fuck it. He was going to look for her. He didn’t give a shit if he was overreacting. He needed to know where she was, and he needed to knownow.
He moved to the entrance and grabbed his keys. Every step had the dread in his gut intensifying. He’d just opened the door when he saw her car pull up in front of her house.
Thank fuck.
Hannah climbed out into the rain. Her head was down as she moved toward her door and inside the small house.
He stepped outside and pulled his own door closed, then jogged across the yard and through the gate. He tried the handle. Locked. That should make him happy. It was safe. But Hannah rarely locked her doors. Had something happened today?
His gut twisted and he pulled his keys from his pocket to unlock it.
He was just heading down the hall when she walked out of her bedroom, overnight bag on her shoulder. She stopped, and his chest tightened at her tear-stained face.
His limbs went cold.
“What happened?” he growled, storming forward.
When she stepped back, he abruptly stopped, brows slashing together. It wasn’t just the way she’d stepped back…it was the look on her face.
Fear. Fear ofhim? No. That wasn’t possible.
“Is everything okay?”
Her throat bobbed. “I’m staying at Henry’s tonight.”
The cold turned to ice, and he had to forcibly restrain himself from moving toward her. “Why?”
Her chest moved up and down a bit faster, and tears glistened in her eyes, but she stayed silent.
Screw the distance.
He took two steps forward, but she matched them, moving back. “Don’t.”
The word was a whisper that felt like a blow to Erik’s abdomen.
His body locked as it came to a standstill. Everything about this moment killed him. The distance. The pain on her face. The inability to comfort her. It tore him into so many fucking shreds, he wanted to tear down the world to find out what was wrong.
“I need you to tell me what’s happening right now, Hannah.”
Her bottom lip trembled like she was about to break. Like the weight of whatever she was carrying was too big of a burden to bear.
“Hannah…”
She straightened, resolve hardening her eyes. “I got a visit from Marco today.”
Anger exploded inside him, and his next words were dangerously low. “Marco was at your office?”
“He told me to tell you to take the next job…” She swallowed. “Or I’ll end up like your wife.”
The anger morphed into something so dangerous, for a moment, his vision went dark. A need so tangible he could feel it slip into his blood, pumping it harder. A need to find and kill the man who’d threatened his woman. “What else did he say? Did he touch you?”
“He told me what you do for work. That you kill people.”
