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My next two blows were to his kidneys.
“We can do this all night, asshole. Where is she?”
“Gone.”
The rage flowing through me went incendiary.
I was blinded by fury and indescribable fear. I had no control. Strike after strike, damaging flesh, bone, and muscle. My fists collided with Dale until a strong arm went around my neck and pulled me back.
“Enough,” Jack snarled. “Rhode has a lead.”
I was wasting time.
Time Atlee didn’t have.
I sucked in a breath that felt like fire searing my lungs.
You did that all on your own.
Fuck.
Atlee was gone and it was me who’d put her in harm’s way.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Now that whatever drugs they’d given me had worn off I was pissed.
Angry, scared, and really freaking mad.
Who the hell did Louis think he was, snatching me from my life?
And the woman who’d helped him—a woman. A freaking woman had helped him kidnap me.
Of course, I’d met Eden Dunhill so I knew women could be assholes, too, but seriously.
A woman had stabbed me in the neck then handed me off to Louis.
God, people sucked.
I paced the room, stopping every once in a while to stare out the window. There was something happening on the back patio. Four tables had been set up with white tablecloths and candles. Men dressed in suits were setting the tables.
I didn’t have a good feeling about this.
I glanced at the dress that had been delivered with my lunch, which I’d flushed down the toilet. It was better for them to think I was eating, therefore drugged. My stomach made itself known and growled with hunger. I’d been served two breakfasts, two dinners, and three lunches that I could remember. In that time, no one had spoken to me. No one had come into the room except the man who brought the food, and this afternoon, the dress.
The silence only added to my fear. Not that I wanted to be taken from this room, but not knowing what was going on or who had me now made for a scary blend.
My gaze went back to the patio. The tables were set, there were outdoor heaters glowing red. I vaguely wondered how cold it was outside. It couldn’t be that cold with the beautiful riot of colorful flowers surrounding the courtyard. Jacaranda trees that dotted the expansive lawn were in full bloom, the purple blossoms showcased with outdoor up-lighting. It would look magical if I wasn’t living in my own personal hell.
A loud knock had me jumping back into the bed.
I was supposed to be drugged and I had no way of knowing what those drugs were supposed to do to me.
“Get dressed. I’ll be back in five minutes,” a man said from the other side of the door with a thick Spanish accent.
Was I in Mexico? Spain?
Shit.
