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“I can’t have you in his service.”
“I chose to go to him, Hawk! I tried, and I tried to find another way out of this bullshit, but in the end, Ichosehim. I want to be with him. Fuck, I love him!”
Hawk’s face drained of color as my words reverberated around the room.
Sanderson began to chuckle. “Oh, this is all too perfect. I can’t wait to see his face when he finds you, beaten to within an inch of your life.”
My pulse began to pound, drowning out nearly every other sound.
“And it will be your brother who will be delivering the punishment.”
Hawk looked like he wanted to be sick, and I was right there with him. Sanderson was a fucking monster.
“Boss,” Hawk began weakly, but Sanderson waved off whatever he was about to say. “You’ll do this unless you want to be tied up right beside her? Maybe I should just let Bane take care of you.”
Hawk’s jaw bulged as he listened, and I begged him with my eyes, begged him not to do this.
“Bane will be here in an hour. Get to it,” Sanderson said, walking out the door of the storage locker.
Hawk came toward me. “Please, little brother, you can’t do this.”
Balling his hands into fists, he said softly, “I have to, Wren. If I don’t, I die.”
“So what, you’ll kill me to save your own skin?”
When he only stared at me, I knew there was no saving him. My brother was lost, and I wondered what I’d done to make him treat me like this. I’d done everything in my power for him. I loved him when no one else would. I provided for him when we were on our own. I even gave him my share of the food when there was nothing else to eat.
Raising my chin, I stared at him. “Go on then. Beat your own goddamn sister. Beat me until I can’t get up again. Beat me to make survival easier for you. Fuck everyone else, is that right?”
He balled his hand into a fist as his side. “I’m sorry, Wren.”
I cursed when he raised his hand to me.
Then it was pain.
That was all I could feel.
Breathe.
Taste.
See.
Pain.
And then…
… darkness.
31
Bane
I couldn’t believewhat I was doing. I’d driven to the parking garage where Cox told me to meet her and am now sitting in the driver’s seat while my knee bounced. Wren had been missing for nine hours, and not knowing whether she was still alive was killing me. Sanderson had given me the proof of life, but I didn’t know what condition she’d be in once this was all over.
My gaze flickered to the rearview mirror when I saw another car appear at the top of the ramp. The parking garage was six stories high, and Cox was very specific about the location when I called her. Her blue unmarked car pulled in beside mine, the engine shut off, and she got out. I followed her movement around the back of my car, my finger still on my Glock balanced on my thigh. Dagger knew where I was and had very specific instructions about what to do if I didn’t return.
“Mr. Rivera,” she said while she slid into the passenger seat. “I must say… your phone call has me intrigued.”
