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The huge stranger from outside my window is running toward us.

His hazel eyes lock on the gun pressed against my ribs.

"Fuck!" my captor spits.

He grabs the back of my blouse and shoves me into the back seat.

I land hard, my knee striking something solid.

Pain shoots through my leg.

My purse slips from my shoulder, spilling its contents beside me.

Before I can scramble upright, the man climbs in after me.

"No! Please!"

He catches my arm and yanks me back as the door slams shut.

The car lurches forward.

My phone lights up beside my knee.

While the man beside me looks through the rear window, I snatch it up and tap the unread message.

Colt Blake. Your protection detail. Light brown hair, tattoos, black leather vest. He's at your building.

Oh, dear God.

The man I ran from was the one sent to protect me.

Chapter 2

Vex

Fuck.

The black sedan tears away from the curb with Kierra Wilkinson in the back seat.

I haul my ass toward the bike, digging the keys out of my pocket.

Not even five fucking minutes on the job, and the woman I'm supposed to protect gets kidnapped.

Grim's gonna love this shit.

I fire up the engine and tear after them.

The sedan takes a right, nearly clipping a pickup. I follow, keeping enough distance to see what the driver pulls next.

Two men. One driving, one in the back with Kierra.

The suit's packing. Saw him shove that gun into her ribs.

Saw her face, too.

Something mean crawls up my spine.

I've scared my share of people. Never lost sleep over it, either. But seeing those big brown eyes go wide when that bastard grabbed her?