Page 47 of Broken Love


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“No,” he says. “She’s still in there. We need her talking, remember?”

She rolls her eyes and grabs her gun off the floor. “Whatever. Where’s the car?”

“It’s out back.”

I stare up at him as he carries me through the back hallway to the alleyway. He shares the same eyes as Lilah, along with the same cheekbones and nose. His hair is ash brown and a little too long with bangs hanging down over his eyes. He must be the other Hart twin, Elijah.

My vision blurs as he drops me in the backseat of their car, just barely cradling my head to keep it from jerking around. I can’t feel it right now, but I’ll probably have a twisted neck for weeks after this. Bastards.

Elijah slides into the back with me and sits me up as Lilah climbs into the driver’s seat. “Caleb,” he says, leaning into my line of sight. “Say something.”

I open my mouth — or, at least, I think I do. My throat tingles, the muscles clenching open and closed. “Fuck you…”

He smiles. “Colorful girl.”

“Pfft, please,” Lilah spits from the front seat.

“Lilah…” he says. “You had your shot with her. Now, it’s my turn.”

He points ahead, signaling her to focus on the road with his eyes locked on me. He studies my numb features with scientific intent. I feel the gentle pressure of his fingers against my face, holding my head steady as the car shakes back and forth on the street.

“Caleb,” he says, his voice calm and patient, “you managed to beat up my sister, and for that, you have earned my respect. You’ve proven to be a very impressive young woman. However, if you don’t start telling me something useful, I’m going to have to hurt you and I don’t like doing that as much as my twin does.”

“You gonna torture me?” I slur with curling lips.

He tilts his head. “I could, but with your training, you probably know a little something about withstanding interrogation and we’re in a bit of a time crunch.”

I take a deep breath. “Then, I guess we’re done here…”

Elijah squints. “Caleb, when I say I’m going to have to hurt you, I don’t mean physically. Torture might not work on you, but… it might work just fine on that husband of yours. Something tells me he’s not great at putting up with pain for very long.”

“You’d be surprised, actually…”

“Either way, we will find Fox Fitzpatrick,” he says. “You can either put us on the right track now or you can watch while my sister rips off Carson’s thumbnails.”

Rage burns in my chest but I can’t do a damn thing about it in this state. “You won’t lay a hand on him.”

“That’s certainly up to you, Caleb.”

“No… you won’t even get close.” I chuckle softly and he stares back at me with amusement. “Trust me.”

Elijah drops my head, letting me fall forward. “Damn.”

“He couldn’t have gone far,” Lilah says, her shifty eyes studying me in her rearview mirror. “We’ll find him.”

“Or…” Elijah raises a brow. “We’ll just let him come to us.” He finds my phone stashed in the back pocket of my jeans. “What did you say he called himself? Boxcar?”

I don’t answer as his gloved thumbs tap away at my phone.

Chapter 14

Boxcar

Then

“Caleb.”

I whisper her name so softly even I can barely hear it. It’s a necessary measure as I’m surrounded by highly-trained soldiers and each one sleeps with one eye open — but for good reasons.

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