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Usually, my job consisted of one target, in and out. I had a knack for disappearing into the shadows—one reason Huntley had given me the moniker after a few missions together. However, Jonah’s job description had come with a little extra this time. Rogue asked me to do a little in-person reconnaissance for the missing girl. They figured I could do it without being seen...my mind drifted to Audrey. What the fuck had I been thinking to not only stop and talk to her but to also let her get a good look at my face?
Although, now that I knew about her connection to Carrington, our conversation shed light on why I was sticking my head into a missing person’s case.
Thoughts about my girl reminded me of the timeline I’d laid out for myself. I quickly wrote up my conclusions about Stacey and shot my report off to Jonah directly. Then I spent the rest of the day familiarizing myself with Paul’s schedule. It worked out nicely for me that the sick sociopath stuck to routines.
It was well into the early morning hours when I finally convinced myself to go to bed. After several erotic dreams that left me aching to be inside Audrey’s delectable body and waking up to a mess when I’d come during a dream about filling her with my seed, I gave up.
The next couple of nights were no better, but I was used to functioning on little sleep.
Finally, the day came for me to take care of Paul.
They found his body in one of his clubs with a needle in his arm and a lethal amount of heroin in his system.
Considering all of the crimes he was suspected of and his history of drug use, the police ruled it an overdose and closed the case.
I spent the next couple of days prepping for my next assignment. The day before the wedding, I had a private plane standing by with my things already on board. I’d gone through Audrey’s dorm while she was in class one day and made a note of her sizes and the food in her minifridge. So there were shopping bags full of girly shit and clothes waiting for her on the plane, too.
It felt like the night lasted for-fucking-ever, but after stripping the sheets from the bed, yet again, I took a shower, then slipped into a black suit I had custom-made during the week.
The situation at the church already felt like chaos when I arrived, which suited me perfectly. I melted into the background, keeping a close eye for my girl.
Eventually, she and the bride exited the room where they’d been getting ready and started toward the entrance to the chapel—where Jonah was waiting. I frowned at the way Audrey’s dress clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was going to rip that sorry excuse for a dress to shreds at the first opportunity. The desire to run straight to her and snatch her up was nearly overwhelming. But I held on to my patience and slipped into a hallway on my left, staying hidden in the shadows, and waited for my moment. Grace suddenly appeared, but she didn’t spare a single glance in my direction as she hurried into the bathroom.
She came out less than two minutes later and walked quickly toward the end of the hallway, presumably to catch up with the bridal party. In her haste, she tripped over her dress and would have fallen on her ass if I hadn’t stepped out and caught her. Once I’d settled her on her feet, she glanced back at me and murmured, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” I growled, irritated at having been seen. And still pissed about that scrap of fabric on Audrey, giving every motherfucker here more than a peek at what was mine.
Jonah was hurrying to Grace’s side, but he was focused on her, allowing me to slip into the doorway of an empty room.
They headed back toward the chapel, and with all the people in the wedding party and little kids running around, it was a great time to kick it up a notch so that I could make a grab for Audrey without anyone being the wiser.
I strolled toward them as though I belonged there—not drawing a single eye—and made a beeline for the little red contraption on the wall.
I yanked the handle, and the fire alarm blared, sending everyone into a panic. People were running in every direction, corralling guests and children toward the front door. Audrey was behind Grace, holding up her train.
Adjusting my presence so I fit in with the frenzied atmosphere, I came up behind my woman and slipped an arm around her waist. Startled, she dropped the fabric in her hand, and I didn’t even have to pause my stride as I carried her to the back entrance of the church. With all the noise, no one heard her protest, and as soon as we were out of sight, I clapped a hand over her mouth.
Damn, she felt good pressed against me.
Yeah, I was definitely keeping her.
3
Audrey
It took me a moment to realize I was being kidnapped. With so many people in the church, it shouldn’t have been possible. Especially since the men in Grace’s family weren’t the kind that most people wanted to cross. Her dad and his friends were all billionaires who were fiercely protective of their families. They had the resources to take down anyone who even tried to hurt someone they cared about, and I was squarely within that umbrella of protection since Grace and I were practically sisters.
But pandemonium had struck when the fire alarm went off, and nobody noticed that I was being carried toward the back of the building instead of heading out front with everyone else. No one could hear me over the blare of the alarm, and once we were out of sight, a hand was pressed over my mouth.
I struggled against the person holding me, but it didn’t do any good. I was no match against the strength of whoever had snatched me. With their tall, muscular build, I could tell that my kidnapper was a man and tried to kick toward his crotch to nail him in the balls. I missed, and all my muscles locked up when he grunted, “Careful, kitten. You might regret it someday if you damage the family jewels.”
HIs low, growly voice sent tingles zipping to my core and dampened my panties.Holy crap! Was I lusting after the man who’d just stolen me? Seriously?Irritated at my physical response, I struggled again. But it didn’t do me any good. His biceps bunched, and his knuckles turned white, but that was the extent of what it took for him to control my movements.
He weaved his way through the back hallways of the church as though he had memorized the route and could’ve done it blindfolded. Clearly, this hadn’t been a spur-of-the-moment decision. He’d planned this.
He shifted his hold on me to open the door to the rear exit, then scanned the alley to ensure nobody was around. When he set me on my feet, keeping a tight grip on my upper arms, I was finally able to see my kidnapper's face.
“You.” I instantly recognized the mystery man from earlier in the week. I’d spent more time daydreaming about him than I was willing to admit.
