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If you were going to dispose of a body—

No.

He cut the thought off hard.

“Danny.” Nathan’s voice cut through the speaker on his phone. “You okay?”

He swiped a hand over his face, silently cursing the tremor in his fingers. “Yeah.”

Bella wasn’t dead.

She wasn’t.

He scanned the map again.

Talia needed somewhere there’d be no witnesses.

Somewhere no one would question her presence.

Easy to get in and out of.

His gaze stopped.

A self-storage facility. Wait. Two, almost directly across the road from each other.

If Talia were looking to recreate Bella’s worst nightmare, it made sense.

But which storage facility? He didn’t have time to search them both.

He pressed the phone back to his ear. “Meet me here, as quickly as you can.” He rattled off the address, his feet already taking him back to the Mustang.

“Wait for us, Chaos.”

A command from his boss. His former platoon leader.

He ignored it.

Every second might make the difference between life and death for Bella. He was fifteen minutes away. Nathan and Lachlan were twenty-five.

He wasn’t waiting.

“Hold on, Bella.” His voice came out rough. Raw.

“Just a little longer.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Talia was back.

Isabella scrambled out of the storage unit.

Despite the glare of the overhead lights, the air was cold. Stale. The corridor silent.

She glanced one way, then the other, taking in the line of yellow corrugated metal doors. Her muscles bunched with the need to run.

The sharp click of heels on polished concrete made her pulse stumble.

She took two quick steps in the opposite direction—