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“Fuck!” yelled Tobias.
JB stared at his brother. He knew that he had feelings for Gail, but his reactions were only confirming it for him. The problem now was Gail might not be able to reciprocate. Ever.
“We’ll go grab some food,” said Rafe, nodding at Antoine. They left by the private elevator headed down to the main floor just as the rain began to come down. They both looked up at the sky and frowned.
“Fucking typical.”
Down the road was a local grocery with plenty of food for the team. They bought some food that could be easily cooked, as well as some pre-made sandwiches, chips, snacks, and other items. Twice, Kelsey or Cruz texted them for additional first-aid items. Each time, they got angrier.
The lightning was coming faster and harder, so they wisely stood beneath the grocery awning instead of dashing to the car. Two other men were standing with a sack full of groceries as well. The two men listened to their conversation.
“So, what did he say?”
“He said if I didn’t find her, I’d be fucked up. It wasn’t my fault,” said the first man. “Somehow, she got out of the house.”
“Man, you know how they are. They like ‘em tied down.”
“She was fucking broken,” growled the man through clenched teeth. “I didn’t think she could move.”
“Well, she did, and now it’s his ass on the line. He’s not going to let this go. You gotta find that bitch and end her.”
Antoine nodded at his brother, walking around the two men and casually tagging them with trackers. They followed him as he moved around them, realizing how large he was. When they saw Rafe, they did a double take.
“You guys twins?”
“Something like that,” said Antoine. “Sounds like you lost a girlfriend.”
“Oh, uh, no. No, just someone who owed our boss.”
“Yea? That’s rough, man. Owing money isn’t something to sneeze at.” The two men chuckled at Antoine as he sneered in their direction.
“Something funny about that?” he asked, stepping closer.
“No. Sorry, no,” said the first man. The second man had suddenly slipped back toward the door.
“You goin’ somewhere?” asked Rafe.
The guy took off into the grocery store, and Rafe followed, chasing him through the aisles. Antoine stepped closer to the other man, his face suddenly pale.
“Your friend is nervous. There a reason for that?” He vehemently shook his head. “You better fucking talk now. Why did you attack her?”
“We didn’t fucking attack her! Who are you? What does it matter?”
“You brutalized her,” growled Antoine, gripping his forearm. “Talk, you weasel bastard, or I will make you talk, and believe me, what you did to her will pale to what I’m going to do to you.”
“She was bought by my boss.” He tried to pull free of his grip but couldn’t move an inch.
“People aren’t for sale, you fucking animal.”
“They are when…” Shots rang out, and Antoine ducked, just as Rafe came back through the grocery store.
“Where did they come from?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” said Antoine, looking at the dead body beside him. “They damn sure weren’t aiming at me. They wanted him.”
“The other one got away,” said Rafe. “Did he say anything?”
“Just that his boss bought her. I said people aren’t for sale, and he started to say something. He said, ‘they are when,’ and then somebody shot at him.” Antoine heard the sirens ringing in the distance and nodded at his brother.
