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It was too dark to see the man standing next to her bed. “You’re only alive because you’re not a problem. Be a problem…you’re dead.”
Bile choked her throat, and she couldn’t even manage a nod to show she understood.
The guy didn’t linger—he turned and walked right back out, leaving her and Rain alone again.
Rain started to speak.
“Shh! Stay quiet. If you don’t talk, then you don’t draw attention to yourself. We can’t give these guys any ammo against us!”
“You know, I could coach you too, Dove.”
“And what would you coach me about?” She darted looks between her sister and the door, expecting their kidnapper to return any second.
“Don’t be afraid of love.”
She stared at her sister. “Are you even coherent? What are you saying?”
“You know I metabolize things different. Remember my blood sugar issues? What I ate for dinner burned off already.”
Heavy footsteps returned. Dove stared in horror as the man walked into the room again and went up to Rain’s bed.
“We’re taking you for questions, so you’d better cooperate.”
A scream lodged in Dove’s throat. Take her sister? Take her where?
Rain made no move as the guy moved to the head of her bed and began pushing it toward the big door.
No!
Rain twisted her head toward Dove, and that was when she caught it. Rain’s wink.
Oh god. She was faking that she was drugged. Thathad tobe why Dove thought she was behaving so unpredictably!
Her sister was either nuts or she was a genius. Maybe Dom’s death had really affected her—caused her to finally grow up.
And maybe she wasn’t so out of touch with reality as they all thought she was.
Hope bubbled in Dove’s chest. She couldn’t take all the credit for raising her sister… After all, she’d only taken over after the tragedy…but maybe, just maybe, she’d done a good job in the time she had.
ChapterSixteen
Hehadto find Dove.
His jaw ached from holding back a bellow and tension had him strung like barbed wire, gripping the steering wheel to the point of pain. When he found her…
When he found whoevertookher…
The matching tension running through Clay wasn’t helping matters.
“Whoever took her is going to die. In fact, every damn person on that list of hitmen is going to die.” He bit the words off in sharp chunks.
Clay pierced him in his stare. “We’re going to find her, and we’re going to do it all on this side of the law.”
He barked a harsh laugh. “You think, bud? There were plenty of places to hide bodies in the mountains, and I know how to make it look like an accident too.”
Silence plummeted into the vehicle, quieting even Lark, who had been speaking to Clay in quick, fragmented sentences.
She sat in the back seat, a tablet in hand, navigating … Where? He didn’t have a goddamn clue. His brain was a fog of smoke and pain, and he was running on autopilot while Lark had the metaphorical wheel.
