Page 92 of Silver Hunter

Or she was pregnant. With my child. The room was silent for what felt like forever, but lasted only seconds. Rachel touched my arm, and I flinched.

“We’ve got a bigger problem now. Chad’s transfer failed. He escaped.”

And just that fast, I sobered, shooting to my feet. The IV line tugged at my arm.

“Sit down.” Julia pressed on my shoulder, putting me back in the chair.

“Why are we discussing in vitro?” I asked.

“I’m not the one who brought it up. Now, are you just going to sit with an IV like a pussy, or are you going to do something about Chad?”

“I’m not fucking sitting.” I ripped the needle out of my arm. Because if the bastard was out, the chances he was after Grace was one hundred and fifty percent. And I didn’t want to think about the possibility he already had her.

Julia quickly pressed a cotton pad to my bleeding arm.

“Stay still for a moment or you’ll bleed out before you find Grace. Put pressure on this for two minutes.”

Scar’s phone chimed. “I have an update from Silver Securities. It may not be anything, but an alarm was just triggered in the unit beside Grace’s salon. All cameras are clear except one.”

“Grace?”

I opened the salon’s security cameras as Scar read out the group message.

“Part of her face was identified as she tried to open the connecting door, but then jerked back, and the door was shut.”

“He got her at the party?” Rachel asked.

“Impossible. We were there, and we screened everybody,” Scar replied

“Yes, but that side door was somehow open, and it shouldn’t have been. He didn’t get in through the front door; he got in through there. It’s the property Grace wanted to buy. Find out who bought that property. I know it was up for sale a couple of weeks ago.” Scar tapped on his phone screen.

I pulled my fingers through my hair, pacing the room.

He has her.

“When was the alarm triggered?”

“An hour ago.”

I held my arm bent and grabbed my car keys. Rachel and Scar followed me to the door.

“Get me in on the group chat. We need a solid plan, and I don’t want to hear any objections that I’m too close to Grace to get involved. We’ve been involved since I was eighteen, and… She may be carrying my child. I can’t let anything happen to them.”

Saying so out loud made Grace’s pregnancy a reality, and regardless of the DNA, I was going to be a father.

Rachel grabbed the keys from my hand. “Let’s go, Tarzan. You’re lost in space, and we both know I’m the better driver. ”

I followed her out the door to her Mercedes. Scar and Julia packed up their car. Scar was meeting up with the Silver team at the head office, but we were heading elsewhere. I didn’t even ask Rachel where, because the great thing about awesome partners was they could read your mind. And the great thing about Rachel was her instinct.

She gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road. Thirty minutes later, we crossed the city limits and pulled to the side of the road. It was already late afternoon, and I worried about how much time I’d lost sleeping while Chad had Grace.

My phone dinged with a notification. “Interstate cameras picked up Chad driving west. The Silvers identified five possible properties he could be heading to from there. They’re sending a location map.” I opened the image and showed Rachel.

“That one. We’ll take that one.”

“You sure?”

She nodded with a coy smile. “Are you gonna be a father?”

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