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His gaze went back to Shayne. The man struggled to sit up.
“Get…these off…” Shayne held up his bound hands.
If Alina made it to the cops, she’d lead them back to the cabin. Shayne had been spread out in the cabin. No mask. She would have seen his face. She could identify him.
And Shayne can identify me.
Well, he had already been thinking it was time to replace his hunters.
He stepped closer to Shayne. Took out his knife once more. Brought it down as if he’d slice through the zip ties.
Shayne swallowed. Lifted his hands higher.
And he just shoved the knife right into Shayne’s chest. “You shouldn’t have let her get away.”
Chapter Six
Just through the twisting trees, his ride waited. Midas shot forward and held tightly to Alina. She kept shivering and shaking in his arms. He had to get her warmed up. Warmed up and then to a hospital because he wanted her thoroughly evaluated.
He opened the driver’s side door and dropped her inside. She scrambled over to the passenger seat, clutching tightly to his coat. He slid in after her.
“You’re bleeding,” Alina said. Her hand reached for his forehead.
His hand flew out and locked around her wrist before she could touch him. “It’s nothing.” The light from the car’s interior showed too many of his wounds. And it let him see the darkening bruise on her jaw. I want to kill him.
“Midas?” Her gaze searched his.
He let her go. Hauled his door shut and had the engine snarling. “Buckle up.”
She did. His breath heaved in and out from the run, and he shifted the car into drive. When his foot hit the gas, the vehicle lurched forward. He’d hidden his ride. He’d followed the tag’s tracking signal…until the fucking thing stopped. Until his phone had lost the signal because service in the middle of nowhere had been shit.
But he’d gotten close enough before he lost the signal. He’d actually had the black Benz within sight several times on the frantic drive. He hadn’t gotten too close, though, for fear of spooking the driver. Midas had been afraid the guy might panic and do something stupid like, say…
Kill Alina.
So Midas had stayed out of sight.
But close.
Then he’d lost the signal, but, luckily, he’d already gotten a friend to help him figure out what potential hiding spots waited out in the woods. The friend in question? Memphis Camden. The Ice Breaker probably hadn’t expected Midas to call back so quickly and ask for that promised backup. But there had been no choice.
I needed help. I had to get Alina back.
He’d hidden his car. Gone in on foot. Gotten her out. Now he just had to make sure that they made it safely to Colorado Springs. He whipped the vehicle around, and it slid a bit on the icy road.
Alina’s hands flew out and grabbed the dashboard.
Hissing out a curse, he steadied the car. A quick check in his rearview mirror showed no one. For the moment. “We’re fine. You’re safe.” Part of him wanted to go back to that cabin. A very, very big part. Find the man who’d been driving the car that had passed them while Midas and Alina had been in the woods. He wanted to find anyone and everyone who’d been involved. And rip them the hell apart.
But he knew she was the priority. Getting her to safety had to come first. Because if he went back, if he was outnumbered and outgunned, then who would protect Alina?
“We’ll get a cell signal in about five minutes,” he told her. Maybe a little less. “When we do, call the cops, got me? Tell them who you are. Tell them what’s happening.” He bit out the name of the road they were traveling on. “Tell them you were held in a cabin just off this road. The kidnappers are still there.” For the moment, they were.
He glanced in the rearview mirror once more.
And lights flashed on in the distance.
Fucking hell. “That seatbelt is on, right?” He remembered her buckling it, but…
