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Gerald—of course—was at the top of her list. Well, maybe not him, specifically. He’d probably got one of the gang members to carry out the assault on Kyle and take her.
Everything had happened so fast. There hadn’t been a moment to breathe between their car being hit, Kyle being injected, and her being hauled off against her will.
It’s so quiet.
She bit her lip to stop the gasp from falling out of her mouth. The rocking of the car indicated they were moving, but it was silent. Not one word had been spoken since she’d been thrown down with a thump.
She had no idea what type of vehicle she was in, only that she was on metal, which would indicate a van or a truck. If it was a truck, the silence would make sense. Whoever had taken her would be sitting in the cab, and she was in the back all by herself.
Was she by herself?
Why hadn’t she attempted to speak? Or scream?
Because you were in shock.
No matter how reasonable her inner voice sounded, she should’ve done something.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
“No talking.”
Two words to let her know she wasn’t alone. Was anyone else with them? Or was it her and this man?
Whoever he was, he hadn’t said enough for her to detect any kind of familiarity. Couldn’t even tell if there was an accent or not. Did she know him from Triple Z?
“Where are you taking me?”
No sooner had Eveline finished speaking, than pain exploded in her middle and spread up into her chest. Her breath whooshed out.
He’d kicked her in the ribs.
“I said, no talking.”
Tears trickled down her face, both from the pain of the kick and from the fear she’d momentarily pushed back.
Kyle, I need you. Please find me.
Eveline sent the silent edict into the universe and prayed it would be answered. She feared it wouldn’t be, and when the car stopped that would be it.
Her life would be over.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ox shifted on the bed, glad he was able to move, and the paralysis from the drug had worn off.
He was waiting for the doctor to give him his discharge papers. He needed to go.
Ox needed to find her.
All he’d been told by Irish was that Cass was working on doing her best to locate Eveline.
For the first time since he’d opened Alliez and hired Irish, he’d wanted to grab the man, shake him, and demand Irish tell him everything he knew because he could tell Irish was holding back.
If Eveline was wearing the tracker, his friend and employee would’ve told him they had a lock on her location. Since that evidently wasn’t the case, Ox’s “oh shit” meter was going from a simmer to an all-out crazy bubbling over the sides rolling boil.
“What’s taking the doctor so fucking long?” he muttered, almost tempted to haul his ass off the bed and leave.
What’s the worst that could happen if he did?
