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“Call 911 just in case this goes sideways,” Prentice said, his gun in his hand, resting on his thigh.
Getting a better look at the vehicles in front of them, Journey’s eyes widened. She spotted the small decal at the top of the SUV’s windshield and gripped Prentice’s arm. “I know them.”
Those were Supreme Security’s vehicles. The decals were only noticeable to someone who knew they were there; they contained computer coding that gave the drivers hands-free entrance into Supreme’s parking lot.
As soon as that realization dawned on Journey, Kenton climbed from the passenger side of the first vehicle. He was a mountain of a man, tall, dark, deadly, and built like a defensive tackle. Even from a distance, he was an intimidating force.
Her brother-in-law, Myles Carrington, a former CIA agent turned personal security specialist wasn’t as tall and wide as Kenton but looked just as dangerous as he climbed from the driver’s side of the SUV. The person in the other truck stayed put.
Glancing over her shoulder at the last SUV, she saw Angelo González, another security specialist, climb out. They were in full defensive mode and had probably found her through the GPS device in the diamond-studded watch that Laz had gifted her when they were first married.
Journey’s heart stopped.
Her hands shook.
Dread charged through her body as realization dawned on her.
“Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.”
She fumbled with her seatbelt as tears pricked the back of her eyes. “Something’s wrong. Something must’ve happened.” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t hide the panic in her words.
“Damn straight, something’s wrong. Who the hell are these people?” Prentice roared, tension radiating off of him as he kept his gun lowered but didn’t put it away.
“Su—Supreme Security,” she managed to say, still fumbling with the damn seat belt. Her hands were shaking too bad to unhook herself.
“Why are they here?”
There was only one reason they would’ve hunted her down like this, but Journey couldn’t form the words. She didn’t want to believe anything had happened to her man or her baby. Her heart squeezed, and her chest tightened as she struggled to calm herself.
God, please, please, please. Let them be okay.
Tears blurred her eyes as she watched Kenton’s powerful approach. His eyes were covered with dark shades, but the firm set of his mouth let her know that whatever was going on wasn’t good. He wasn’t dressed in the company’s usual uniform of a black suit and tie. No, his attire was casual, and he’d probably been at the party, which only made her more frantic.
She finally managed to unhook her seatbelt and practically fell out of the car when she grabbed the door handle while shoving it open with her shoulder.
“What happened?” she blurted and swayed from the fear pumping through her body. She swiped away a rogue tear. “Where is he? Where’s Laz?”
“Grab your stuff and let’s go,” Kenton said firmly. He might’ve been the most laid-back and funniest person on Supreme’s team, but none of that was present as he held her door.
“Wait. What’s happening here?” Prentice asked in a rush.
“Kenton, please.” He was such a giant of a man. She had to crane her neck to look up at him. “Just tell me,” Journey begged, her voice shaking. “What hap—”
“I’ll explain when you get in the truck,” he said tightly, not bothering to acknowledge Prentice.
“No! Tell me now, dammit!” she yelled, fear getting the best of her. “Where the hell are my husband and my daughter?”
Kenton went rigid and gritted his teeth. “Laz…he’s been shot.”
