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He’d kill them both. And he would make it hurt.
She just prayed he found her before they managed to kill her.
Noah stepped from the garage as they heard the sirens in the distance and the squeal of tires, the sharp blasts of a horn.
He was aware of Nik moving behind him, the other mechanics as well as Toby stepping out to the parking lot. He was aware of a cold core of ice freezing inside him when Rory’s truck slid around a corner and raced to the garage, the sheriff, lights blazing, riding on his ass.
He stood stiff, still, as Nik cursed behind him. He heard the Russian cursing, felt the tension suddenly building in the air as Rory barreled into the parking lot, the truck fishtailing as he put on the brakes, slamming to a stop.
He wasn’t aware of moving. He wrenched the door open and caught his brother as he fell into his arms, blood staining his shirt, tears washing his face.
“Noah!” Rory screamed out, hysteria brightening his eyes. “Ah God. Ah God, Noah, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Noah held his brother, dragging him into the garage and then the office as Rick rushed in behind them. He could feel Rory’s blood soaking his shirt, his skin.
“Where’s Sabella, Rory?” He put his brother in a chair before grabbing a handful of clean mechanic’s rags and pressing them to Rory’s shoulder. “Tell me where Sabella is.”
Rory sobbed. His head fell back on the chair and he howled in rage. “They took her! Took her and Sienna. Noah, I tried to grab her, but Sienna stumbled. And they took Sabella.”
Noah stared at him. Something beyond rage took hold of him.
“What the hell do you mean, they took them?” Rick tried to push past Noah, rage echoing in his voice. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Nik hauled him back, jerked the handgun from his hand, and snarled down at him. Noah didn’t pay attention. He didn’t give a fuck about Rick.
“Who has her, Rory?” His voice was calm. “Did you recognize anyone?”
“Masks.” Rory shook his head furiously. “They were wearing masks. When I tried to grab for Sabella, one of the bastards pulled a gun. It was silenced. I jerked to the side and kept trying to get to her.” He held his shoulder and rocked forward. “Ah Christ. I’m sorry, Noah. I’m sorry.”
“Nik, get on it,” Noah ordered quietly.
“Calling now.”
“Rory.” He gripped Rory’s jaw. “Rory, look at me. Tell me what you saw.”
Rory stared back at him, dazed with pain and blood loss. His shirt was soaked with blood.
“Tan van.” He shook his head, tears still filling his eyes. “Black masks. Black clothes. Pulled to a stop beside us and Sienna stumbled.” He shook his head again. “I don’t know why. She knocked into Belle and they both fell toward the door while I was trying to grab Belle. They jerked her inside. Mud on the tires, on the frame. It looked fresh. No plates, I checked. They were gone. Brown eyes.” He stared up at Noah. “The guy that took Belle. He had brown eyes. Really dark eyes. I know those eyes.”
Conrad’s eyes.
“Nik, ambulance,” Noah said softly. Rory was going to need help. He turned back to his brother. “Did they say anything? Tell me, Rory, did any of them say anything?”
Rory was panting now, shock taking over. He stared back at Noah, dazed, fighting back unconsciousness.
“Said. Said something about good hunting. As the doors closed. Someone laughed, and said it would be good hunting.”
“Teams moving,” Nik reported. “ETA is twenty minutes.”
“How long ago, Rory?” Noah questioned him then. “When did it happen?”
Rory was shaking now. He looked at his wrist. Blood coated the face of his watch. Noah wiped it off, watching his brother carefully. The false calm that filled him was just a prelude. The ice was coming. Noah could feel it coming.
Rory sobbed. “An hour,” he whispered. “Christ, Noah. An hour. I blacked out, and the lot was nearly empty. No one saw. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Nik. What’s Travis reporting?”
“Movement on Leon,” Nik stated. “There was a pullout five minutes ago. He’s trying to track but T lost signal.”
