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“What if I can’t?”
“Then as I said, it’s simple. I’ll hand over the photographs to a friend of mine at channel nine. Since he has a national syndicate, I’m certain he’ll know what to do with the information provided.” I yanked my arm away, grinning at him. Then I walked away.
There was no need for violence when valuable information was at my disposal. Perhaps Manuel was indeed correct that given the bank of knowledge I had, I could venture out in ways I hadn’t allowed myself to imagine.
As I walked out into the sunshine, my grin widened. Today was going to be a very good day.
I was halfway to my car when my phone rang. “What’s up, Jagger?”
“Did you drop Alexandra off to get her truck?”
Exhaling, I stopped before reaching my vehicle. “What did you just say?”
“One of my other men called saying Alexandra rushed into the club. He was coming in to open up and noticed her in the parking lot. Before he had a chance to say anything to her, she sped away in a hurry. Did something happen?”
Fuck me. “Where are you?”
“About to get some groceries. Why?”
“Meet me at her condo. Round up a couple of the other guys.” I jumped inside the driver’s seat, immediately starting the engine.
“What the fuck do you think happened?”
I twisted my hand around the steering wheel. “I think my sweet Alexandra has gotten herself into a mess.”
“What the hell are we going to do?”
“We’ll go hunting if necessary.”
“About damn time.”
After I ended the call, I immediately dialed her number. When it rang several times, I knew there was an issue. As I headed out of the parking lot, I reached into the glovebox. I’d also learned a long time to ago it was best to keep a weapon inside every vehicle.
Just in case.
* * *
Thirty minutes earlier
Alexandra
I almost pounded the elevator doors, they were going so slowly. What the hell was taking so long? I paced back and forth, cursing under my breath. Charlotte was possibly just ignoring me, but if that was the case then I’d smack her across the face. I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t return my calls.
God. What if something happened to her? I’d never forgive myself for going to Paris. No. It was my life and Jameson had been right. I couldn’t force her to do anything she wasn’t ready to do. I’d tried that once before. When the elevator beeped, I almost jerked it open with my fingers. I raced out, immediately struggling to find my key, almost tripping since I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going.
Even my hands were shaking when I finally managed to snag it from the bottom of my purse. I rounded the corner, half expecting to see the door busted open. Nothing seemed amiss but I remained rattled as I pushed the key into the lock. When I opened the door, I didn’t notice a single sound.
Oh, my God. The place was trashed. My nerves rushed to an edge I’d never been to before, my mind fuzzy about what to do.
“Charlotte?” I closed the door behind me. Her car was parked in the usual spot in the garage, but it was obvious by her bad parking job that Jagger had been right that she’d returned at least once. After tugging the phone from inside, I tossed my purse onto the couch, glancing toward the kitchen. Then I heard something. What was it? Shaking, I took another step toward the bedrooms. This was bad, so very bad. “Charlotte?”
When the yelp turned into a scream, I started to run toward it.
“Run!” Charlotte yelled.
I backed away, bolting for the door when a hand grabbed my wrist, swinging me around. Before I had a chance to scream, a hand was placed over my mouth, the phone knocked from my fingers.
“You’re not going anywhere, little dove.” The guy was huge, his black eyes piercing mine. As other men walked into the room, Charlotte dragged behind them, I noticed the expression on her face.
