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“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!” she screamed. “Where the fuck is Colt!”

Three white men wearing the same fucking steel gray suits.

That's all I saw when I pushed inside and lifted my gun. “You will answer her,” I urged and took aim. “You will tell her exactly what she wants to know.”

But they never had a chance to answer. Vivienne surged forward, grabbed the first asshole by his jacket, and screamed in his face. “TELL ME WHERE YOU TOOK HIM!”

They didn’t know. That was easy to see. Left out in the cold, the foul fucking captain had abandoned ship and left his crew behind.

“Look, just calm down,” one of the assholes snarled as he stared at her. “We might be able to figure out who the fuck you’re talking about.”

Calm down…calm down? Condescending, fucking prick.

“We can help.” Another one glanced at his buddy, then me. “If you tell us who you’re looking for.”

“Tell. You. Who. We’re. Looking. For?” I took a step closer, herding them further into the office. “Tell you who we’re LOOKING FOR?”

One of the guys glanced at a section of the wall behind them. One I damn well knew housed the safe room. They thought they could scurry for safety, call the police, and wait us out.

I swung my gun toward him. “Take a step toward that door and I’ll put a bullet in your head.”

He flinched, paling instantly as he shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bang! I squeezed off a shot, one that hit the wall next to him. “I know more about this place and your kind than you ever will. Now, we’re going to ask one more time. Where is Hale, and where the fuck has he taken my brother?”

“Hale?” The asshole who’d looked to the panic room muttered.

I took a step closer, so close I stared into his eyes. “Yeah, Hale. Tell us where he is…and we’ll let you live.”

The one next to him shook his head. “We…we don’t know.”

I swung around. “You. Do. Know!”

He trembled, wide-eyed, his knees shaking until he finally fell to the floor.

“Tell us!” Vivienne screamed. “Tell us where he is!”

But the asshole ignored her. Instead, he turned my way, sizing me up. “I can help you. Just you and me.” He even shifted his body, giving Vivienne his back. “Let me make some calls. I’ll try to get a hold of Mr. Hale. I’m sure we can get to the bottom of this.”

Mr. Hale…

This fucker wasn’t even important enough to call him by his own name…and yet—

Wildcat shook her head. Her hand clenched around her gun. “Look at me, asshole.”

We both stood here with guns pointed at them. Yet in that guy’s view, there was only one threat here and it sure as hell wasn’t Vivienne.

“LOOK AT ME!” she screamed.

He flinched, his jaw flexing. “Fucking women, right?” he forced through clenched teeth, shooting me a glare. “Every one of them, attention seeking whores. I bet you she roped you into this, right? I bet she fucking did. It’s okay, I get it. I know exactly what good pussy can do, but there’s plenty of cunt around here. You don’t need to do this for one decent ride.”

“One decent…ride?” Vivienne repeated slowly. “ONE DECENT RIDE?”

She stepped closer, lowering her gun until she pressed it against his cock. “Is that what you think of me? All kitten and no FUCKING claws? Not dangerous enough to look at. Not fucking important enough for you to see until you’re fucking me, that is…”

Bang.

Her hand flinched. He screamed as he fell to his knees and grabbed between his thighs. Bright blood seeped between his fingers as he clutched his bullet-mangled cock.

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