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She gave a shit. Silvio’s people could kill or incapacitate Jagg’s guys to get into Mila’s room. Even if staff called the cops, they’d never make it in time to save the woman.
“I’ll go.”
“Not a fucking chance,” her dad asserted.
“I’ll be okay. He can’t hurt me. Too many people know about my investigation. If I disappear, my cause becomes their ruin.” The only one who could write the story, her safety was the only way to end this without further destruction. “I’ll go with him.”
And he’d said the hospital. Public space. Not some dark, dusky basement of a prison cell.
Except when she tried to move, Jagg blocked her like he had eyes on the back of his head.
“Give me reason to hurt you, man,” Swerve drawled. “Please.”
“I’m coming with her.”
“Not invited.”
“You walk out that door with me or my corpse. There’s not a damn chance you get to take my woman without me right there with her.”
“You want a fucking bullet in your brain?”
“Right between the eyes,” Jagg said. “It’s the only way she walks out without me.”
The conviction was chilling. Her fingers found his and although his clamped tight around hers, he didn’t break his stare.
“Fine, but you call ahead. Get your guys off the patient.”
“Why would you want them off?” she asked. “Can’t we do it there?”
“My boss doesn’t like to wait around.”
Silvio, is that who they were going to see?
“I’ll do it,” Ford said. “I’ll call.”
“And just to make sure everyone plays nice,” Swerve said. “My guys will hang around here for the duration of our meeting.”
Play nice. They weren’t the ones who started the game of kill-or-be-killed.
Jagg walked in front of her, nudging her behind when she tried to move to his side.
“Sweetheart,” Strat said.
The worry shimmered around her father. Helplessness, fear, sorrow.
She smiled. “I’ll be okay.”
As they entered the service office, Jagg’s other guys were being herded down the corridor and into the breakroom. Hostages. All the people they cared about and…
“We’re taking my car,” Jagg said when Swerve started toward another.
“Fine,” Swerve said like it was no big deal. “But she drives.”
Why her? Because the men would face off right there inside the vehicle?
She found out why when, after getting in and starting it up, the gun barrel nudged the side of her neck. Swerve was right there behind her, Jagg up front too.
“The hospital?” she asked, checking to be sure.
