Page 87 of Shockproof

“Do I have yourfullattention now, Wahl?” the voice cruelly questions.

I helplessly nod in spite of the fact he can’t see me.

“Oh, relax,” her captor playfully insists, “she’smainlyunharmed.”

My mouth can’t even fathom how to move let alone what to say.

“Define mainly,” Blu demands, doing what I should be.

What I can’t.

“Minor concussionfrom the car wreck.Minor.”

Wreck…?!

She was…she was…

There’s no stopping my shoulders from plummeting to the floor.

What if she hadn’t made it out of that?

What if she needs medical treatment?!

“She’s got a couple bumps, couple bruises, but she’ll survive for now unlike the driver.” The male theatrically whistles. “Pretty sure he died before the paramedics even got to the scene, but we didn’t exactly stick around to find out.”

Blu’s eyes fall to meet mine.

Is Reynolds really dead?

Did we really just lose a member of our fucking team?

“Extracting her alivewasthe main mission. One made possible because you werefinallyoccupied elsewhere.”

Fuck!

This is exactly what I was afraid of!

This is exactly why I didn’t want her out in public out of my goddamn sight!

“Unfortunately for me, in the process of taking from you,youtook fromme.”

My stare lands on Martindale’s smug smirk a second time.

“And I want back what’s rightfully mine, Wahl.”

Pushing down the knot expanding in my throat is done to grimly state, “You wanna trademy womanforyours.”

“God no,” he loudly gags his denial. “Don’t be small minded. Britt was just a tool.”

The proclamation pulls my attention up to where shock is now covering her face.

Guess I’m not the only one getting shit news today.

“She was fine in the sack but replaceable.”

Ouch.

“In every way.”

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