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He crawled over to the nearest chair and hauled himself into it before clicking on his commander’s number in his contacts.

“Commander Robinson.”

“He’s got Macie,” Trigger said, not prevaricating.

“What? Where are you, Trigger?”

“Lampasas. Macie called me because she knew you were busy and she needed a file from her apartment. I didn’t see anything to be concerned about when we got here, but her ex ambushed me from behind. Tased me. Just woke up. She’s gone. As are my keys.”

“You need an ambulance?” the commander asked, and Trigger shook his head in amazement. The man had just learned his woman had been taken, and yet he was still concerned about him. “No, sir. I was incapacitated, but I heard her say something about a box with memorabilia in it.”

“That’s at my house,” the commander said. “Call Lefty. He’ll come pick you up. I’m taking the others with me. How long?”

Trigger knew exactly what he meant. He looked at his watch. “I’d estimate between twenty and twenty-five minutes.”

“Roger.”

And then the phone went silent, and Trigger knew his commander was on the move. He sent up a silent prayer that Macie would be able to keep things together and stay smart until her man could get to her.

Because there was no doubt that Colonel Colton Robinson would get to Macie. And the shape he found her in would determine if Teddy was a dead man or not.

* * * *

Colt clicked off the phone with Oz, one of the Deltas under his command, and knocked on the window of a conference room. He made a hand gesture, and the seven men inside immediately pushed their chairs back and hurried for the door.

Colt didn’t bother to wait for them. They caught up, and he informed them of what was happening while on the move.

Oz would call the others and have them meet at Colt’s house. There wasn’t time for them all to gather and come up with a plan. They’d have to wing it.

Within two minutes, Colt was climbing into his Wrangler, and Truck, Ghost, and Fletch had jumped in as well. He was only half-listening as Ghost discussed strategy and who was going to set up a perimeter around the house to make sure Teddy didn’t escape once they made entry.

The only thing he could think about was Macie. If one hair on her head was hurt, there’d be hell to pay.

“So he put whatever it was in a box of keepsakes?” Fletch asked.

“I guess. It’s a battered old shoebox. Mace told me she kept mementoes of her and Truck in there.”

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Truck said, and Colt knew he needed to get a handle on his men.

“If anyone is killing him, it’s me. Hear me?”

He heard two “Yes, sirs,” and glanced over at Truck.

“Laughlin?”

“No disrespect, sir, but this is my sister.”

“And it’s the woman I love,” Colt retorted. “I need you to keep your head in the game, because I can’t. I need you to have my back,” he told the much larger man. “If I end up in jail, your sister will be alone, and she’ll blame herself.”

“She won’t be alone,” Truck countered. “She’ll have me, and the rest of us.”

Colt didn’t respond with words, merely glared at his soldier.

Finally, Truck relented. “I understand, sir. And I’ve got your back. We all do.”

Colt nodded. It was as good a plan as they were going to have by the time they turned onto his street. There was no more time to talk.

Trigger’s Porsche was sitting in his driveway, and every muscle in Colt’s body went on red-alert. They couldn’t have been at his house very long, but Macie spending even one minute alone with her asshole ex was too long.