Page 112 of Chasin’s Surrender

My stomach bottomed out and it hurt to swallow over the lump that had grown in my throat.

“Okay, Bent, I’ll pay for it when we get home. What do you want me to do?”

Fury filled the room, and for the first time since this started, I was happy Chasin wasn’t here. Holden looked like he was ready to fly apart; Chasin would’ve already exploded.

Where was Chasin?

“I’m gonna text you an address and you’re gonna meet me there, alone.”

“What about Bobby? Is she coming with us?”

“Fuck Bobby.”

Blood roared in my ears and I sucked in a breath and tried to rein in my anger.

Fuck him.

Fuck Bent.

“You know I don’t go anywhere without her,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Times are changing, darlin’, and that bitch’s days of keeping you from me are done. I’ll text you an address and you have twenty minutes to meet me there or I finish her off.”

Finish her off.

Thank God, Bobby was alive.

“That is, if the bitch doesn’t bleed out before she comes to and can call for help.”

It took more effort than I knew I possessed to snap my mouth shut and not tell him I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.

Holden waved his hand in front of my face, and in a haze of fury, I saw him. His face was set to angry, his eyes glittered with badass, pissed-off vibes, but he nodded his encouragement. Then he grabbed my free hand and held on tight.

That was a nice thing for him to do.

But it wasn’t enough to take away my unease. It had coiled and looped and wound itself around my belly, up to my chest, and slithered into my throat.

This wasn’t going to end well.

I knew it.

My heart hurt so bad I couldn’t stand it. And when Bent continued, I knew I was right.

“Don’t even think about calling that asshole. I got him in my sights and if he makes one move I don’t like, I’m blowing his head off.”

“What asshole?” I played dumb. “Who do you have in your sights?”

“Don’t be a stupid cunt.”

“I’m not being stupid. I just don’t understand why you’d want to blow anyone’s head off.”

I thought it pertinent to stay on track and not, say, tell him to go suck a monkey’s dick for calling me a cunt.

Holden squeezed my hand and I looked up at him. He made a slicing motion with his hand in front of his neck and mouthed disconnect we have him.

Thank God.

But I still knew, just because I no longer needed to hear Bent’s foul, vile voice anymore didn’t mean this was over. It was far from over. And one of the two most important people in the world to me was going to be taken. I knew it. I felt it.