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“You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” I lifted the gun and took aim.
Bang.
Bang.
They both fell to the floor, just like the asshole at my feet. It didn’t matter if Riven knew what Hale had been planning. His hands were still stained with their innocent blood. I stepped over the bodies as the shredding machine whirled and vibrated.
If I couldn’t find Riven, then I’d find his brothers instead.
I’d hunt them down…
And kill them all.
Before this night was through.
I left that place, strode out the front door this time, and left it unlocked behind me. Blood cooled on my hands as I made my way to the four-wheel drive parked in the alley.
Colt would freeze out there.
The words hit me as I pressed the button and climbed into the car. No doubt they’d torture him and make him break. They’d do all they could, knowing every fucking blow they delivered would hurt me…
I yanked the door closed and gripped the wheel, staring through the windshield. “You motherfucker. You goddamn motherfucker.”
Hard breaths burned as I stabbed the button and started the engine, backing out into the street. I didn’t bother to look for the woman intent on following me. I just punched the accelerator and spun the wheel.
“You want to fucking run from me?” I snarled. “You want to hide like a goddamn rat, you piece of shit? Then I’ll make you come to me, asshole.”
I headed deeper into the city and pulled up outside a small, plain office with wide glass windows and a small brass plaque that read Kane Cruz Ph.D. Clinical Psychologist.
Headlights bounced against the glass front of the office, blinding me.
Hurt my fucking family!
I gripped the wheel, aimed the car dead on, drove the accelerator all the way to the floor, and felt the Explorer respond as it mounted the curb and hit the glass window.
Crunch.
My head snapped forward with the impact. But the airbags remained intact, allowing me to lift my gaze to find the shattered front window. The glass was more than cracked…it was missing. I shoved open the door, leaving the engine running, and stepped out.
The smashed window led to an office. His office. The one I wanted. Only I had no information on Kane Riven. No one did. He was secretive…and dangerous. A psychologist by degree, he’d learned how to break a person’s psyche…and rebuild them into the thing he wanted.
No.
The thing Hale wanted.
Jesus, the lessons he gave made the strongest male sick to his stomach. I stepped over the broken shards, went straight to his desk, and yanked out the top drawer. Papers fluttered to the floor. But amongst them was a black and white photograph. One bent and creased at the corners. I leaned over and picked it up, then lifted my gaze to the Explorer with the engine running outside the shattered window. I needed to find what I’d come for, and I needed to find it now.
Instead of staring at the photo, I shoved it into my pocket for later. Anything that worn was worth something. The rest of the papers were case files…but buried under them was an electric bill…one not in his name. I stared at the details.
“Margaret Roth?” I mumbled, staring at the address. One that wasn’t familiar.
I glanced around the rest of the sparse office with its tan leather sofa and imagined the poor bastards who came to this sick fucking snake for help.
They’d leave more fucked up than they came in…
That was guaranteed.
I turned around and took a step before stilling and lifting my gaze to the red blinking light in the corner of the room. He was watching. Good.
