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“Black Renault sedan. License plate—” he rattled it off. “I want to know who the fuck took her, and I need her location.”
“On it.”
“And organize someone at the airport to retrieve our suitcases and laptop bags.”
“I’ll take care of it.” The line went dead.
As Cain sped toward the hotel, worry crept in like a shadow swallowing the sun.
Who the hell had taken her? Was she okay? A panic like he’d never felt before swirled in his gut, burning like acid.
Some assholes had Jet.
“You’d better be okay, Jet.” If not, he’d raze Paris to the ground in revenge. “I’m coming, pixie.”
CHAPTERFIVE
Well, this wasnothow she’d imagined seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time. Kidnapped and held prisoner in the back of a car.
Jet glanced at the famous structure out of the car window, but inside she was furious.
Her two captors, the driver, and the guy in the backseat with her, wore balaclavas and hadn’t said a thing.
Were they working for the buyer?
But she’d planned to meet the buyer at the conference. Why take a risk like this?
The chip resting in her pocket felt extra heavy. If these guys found it…
Shit, Cain would be losing his mind. She dragged in a deep breath. He’d find her, she was sure of it, but she had no idea where she was headed or to whom.
She’d prefer to exit this ride. Stat.
“Who are you guys?” She made sure she put a little tremble in her voice. “Why are you doing this?”
No response. Damn, they were well-trained thugs.
She glanced outside at the enchanting apartment buildings and their balconies with black metal railings. Oh, it was so easy to imagine drinking a coffee on one of those little balconies, gazing over Paris.
She shook her head. She couldn’t get distracted. She needed a plan.
She needed to get away, escape, and then get back to Cain.
Easy. She rolled her eyes.Think, Hex. You have a good brain. Use it.
The car crossed through a busy intersection, then turned. They passed over a bridge crossing the Seine.Ooh. For a second, she was caught by the view. She saw a long tourist boat heading down the river.
The car slowed. She looked ahead and saw the traffic was backed up. Several people on mopeds whizzed past them, weaving through the cars.
Hmm. Their car stopped. She looked outside the window at the lovely carved stone railings of the bridge. There was a small car beside them, a young driver bopping his head to the beat of whatever he was listening to.
Screw it. She wasn’t staying here.Please let the door be unlocked. As quickly as she could, she shoved open the door and tumbled out.
She heard a shout behind her.
Jet ignored them and leaped up. She sprinted down the bridge, between two rows of stopped cars.
There were more shouts and she glanced back. The men were out of the car and giving chase. Wearing their black balaclavas, they stood out, and she saw people pointing at them.
