Page 95 of Love Bites Hard

“All set. Grab the siren.”

The siren.

I’d thought Kim and I were friends, but apparently I’d been wrong.

That stung.

Kim’s brother grabbed my waist, and I almost vomited again when he threw me over his shoulder. Porter had done the same thing in the past, but he was gentle. It had been comfortable.

Kim’s brother didn’t give a damn if it hurt me, and it did. The way my ribs slammed into him made me confident I’d be bruised afterward.

And I had to believe there would be anafterward.

They wouldn’t have bothered to abduct me if they just wanted me dead. Right?

I lifted my head just enough to try to see where I was going.

He carried me out of the nearly-empty bedroom and into a gigantic living area. There was a wooden chair set up in the middle, and all of the other furniture seemed to have been pushed up against the walls. I was still too dizzy to make out the details from so far away, but the basic shapes were there.

Kim’s brother slammed me into the wooden chair hard enough that I saw stars. The wood cracked a little, but thankfully held its shape.

There were four other people in the room. I vaguely recognized one of them, but the others were strangers to me.

Kim’s brother fastened me to the chair with zip ties, as if they hadn’t already drugged the shit out of me. He pulled themtighter than he needed to, but I didn’t give him the pleasure of wincing.

Even though I definitely wanted to.

I reached for the pack’s link again. Though I could finally feel it, it was so faint that I couldn’t use it or hear anything through it. When I tried to find Porter that way, it didn’t work.

I’d need more time.

I focused on the other people in the room—and my eyes widened when I realized that three of the four held guns.

All of which were pointed at me.

The fourth was typing something into a computer.

Kim’s brother stepped behind me, and I felt the bite of something sharp. I didn’t look down, but it seemed safe to assume it was a knife.

Shit.

Maybe they were going to kill me after all.

“Security cameras finally caught him on the west side of the property,” the woman at the laptop said, focusing on her screen as her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Moving as fast as expected.”

“He’s alone, right?” Kim demanded.

“Let me try to zoom in…” the woman continued typing.

“He always worked alone before,” Kim’s brother said calmly. “I’m sure Evan isn’t with him.”

Kim nodded, though it looked forced.

She was worried about Evan being with Porter?

Why?

“I don’t see anyone else,” the woman at the laptop said. “But they could be behind him. We didn’t make it into the city’s security cameras like we hoped.”

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