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I clenched my fists, knowing it was going to take everything I had not to fight.
But I had to keep my shit together.
Grace was here, and if we had any chance of getting the hell out of there alive, I needed to have my head together.
Inhaling deep through my nose, I finally nodded. “Fine.”
“Now get out of the car.” I shuffled across the seat, climbing out onto the grass verge. A cold wind whipped at my bare arms, and I shuddered. “Move. Down the side of the house,” the man ordered, jabbing the gun into my back and shoving me forward. I dragged my feet up the driveway to a large two-story home, turning to the right and walking down the grassy strip at the side of the house. I paused at a large gate, and my captor reached past me and flicked open a keypad.
His fingers danced quickly over the numbers.
Too fast for me to catch.
Who the hell had a keypad on the gate to their backyard?
People who wanted to keep the world out.
Or keep someone in.
The fences that lined the small backyard were all over six feet tall. There was nothing else back there—just a patch of grass and a concrete patio. No furniture. No children’s toys. No signs that anyone lived in the house.
Another man pulled open a sliding door.
He looked familiar.
“It is nice to see you again, Missy.”
If the voice hadn’t done it, the light from inside the house highlighting the bruise across his jaw would have. A bruise I gave him at Backroad when he and his creepy friends tried to touch me. I swallowed the burn at the back of my throat. Fear had twisted my stomach so tightly the contents were forced back up my throat.
“Come in.”
Every ounce of self-preservation screamed at me, trying to keep me from stepping inside this house.
But there was another emotion that trumped that feeling entirely.
Guilt.
I needed to get to Grace.
She was here, and I hadn’t protected her when these bastards had snatched her off the street that day. But I sure as hell was going to do everything I could to protect her this time.
I would get us both out of here.
Or at least survive until Hawk found us.
Because he would, there was no doubt in my mind.
I followed the creep from the bar down a short hall, where he pulled a key from his pocket and used it to open a padlock on the door at the end. He pushed the door open and stepped to the side. “In.”
When I didn’t move instantly, the man behind me jammed the gun into my back, and I stumbled forward, barely making it through the doorway before it slammed closed behind me.
The slam was followed by the click of the padlock.
I didn’t care, though.
Because someone else was there, curled up on the single bed with her eyes closed. “Grace, oh my God.” I hurried over, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed. “Hey,” I whispered, brushing a couple of strands of hair back from her face. They were slick with sweat. It was practically dripping from her face.
She blinked a couple of times before forcing her eyes open. “Missy?” Her eyes grew a little wider when she finally realized I was there, and she scanned the room behind me as if searching for something or someone else.
