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Lachlan
“Goddamn it,” I hissed, slamming my foot down on the brakes as I made a sharp left turn in front of a line of traffic.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re going to get us killed,” Jameson growled from beside me.
“I will save her.”
“You told her to leave.”
“Yeah, but I know her. She thinks she’s invincible.” I careened through the parking lot, barely avoiding several oncoming vehicles, the lights of the hotel flashing inside the windshield. The wind was whipping, lightning flashing across the sky as torrential rain made seeing out the thick glass almost impossible. My fucking heart was thudding so hard against my chest I couldn’t breathe.
She was in danger.
There was no doubt.
“Did you get the detective on the phone?” His body was pitched forward as I came to a sudden halt, barely inside the lines of the parking spot.
“Do you really think they give a damn?” I wasted no time exiting the vehicle, racing toward the hotel entrance, Jameson following quickly behind.
In my mind, I knew it was already too late. The underground society mentioned in Davidson’s confession was far reaching. The fact the fucker had killed the first woman continued to push rage into my system. But for some crazy reason, I believed his rambling paragraphs surrounding his admission of guilt that he had nothing to do with the second murder. He’d anticipated his own death, making a last-ditch effort to cleanse his soul.
In my mind, that wasn’t possible even though he’d provided enough documentation to bring down a dozen or more men.
Including Lark’s father.
I slammed my hand on the elevator button, glaring at the panel, pressing my hand against my heart. My Beretta was safely secured in my pocket, a full magazine of ammunition ready if necessary. I’d learned a long time ago that I’d need to remain vigilant in maintaining a wall of protection. I’d just never thought I’d be required to use the kind of force the weapon provided to keep someone I cared about safe.
That was my father’s world. Not mine.
Then again, I was the spitting image of the man who’d once ruled an empire. The thought remained revolting as I waited for the elevator.
“It’s not coming. We’re taking the stairs,” I told him.
“Are you out of your mind? Twenty-four floors?” Jameson quipped. “Stop. The quickest way to get to Lark is using the elevator.”
I took two steps backward, staring at the bank of elevators, noticing one that was on its way down. The second the elevator doors opened, I lunged forward, almost knocking the two people exiting the small space to the floor. There was no time for apologies or second guesses. Lark’s life was in danger. I was certain of it.
“We’ll get to her,” Jameson said as he flanked my side.
“I will kill the motherfucker if he lays a hand on her.” When I jerked the gun into my hand, he whistled.
“Don’t do anything stupid, man. Let the cops do their jobs.”
“Do you really fucking think a dozen or more prominent members of law enforcement aren’t a part of this group? You saw the list Davidson provided. It’s just the tip of the iceberg and you know it.”
“This is crazy shit,” he breathed.
“This is how the world works, buddy. Survival of the fittest.”
When the elevator doors finally opened, we both raced down the hall. Nothing was going to stop me from saving her.
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Lark
The hard thrust of my knee connected exactly where I’d wanted, straight against his groin. Jeffrey hissed, his hold on my throat loosening. That allowed me to scramble out of his clutches, bolting toward the desk, managing to slip my hand inside my purse. Oh, God, no. The gun was missing.
