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“Copy that. Received,” I answered.

I punched in the coordinates as soon as they came through.

“Coordinates received,” Jamie and Jay answered immediately afterwards.

“Send ETA ASAP.”

“Copy that.” I checked the GPS. “ETA fifteen minutes,” I replied.

“Sierra Two and Seven on site in ten,” Jamie answered.

I turned in my seat and showed Meg the terrain view on the map. “This it?”

She nodded. “The kitchen’s in the back. I could see guys walking around with rifles from the windows.”

“Thank you.”

Doug sent coordinates for our command center. Jamie and Jay would meet them there and determine the best place to nest. Luckily, they didn’t need to wait for us to get into position. This would be the first time we'd have two snipers.

Thank God, because we’ll need them both.

The rest of the drive took forever as we started making plans. Jamie and Jay would take out as many of the guys outside the building as possible while the rest of us approached in two teams. John and Doug on one team, Jack, Maxwell, and me on the other.

Meg would hide in the back seat of the bulletproof sedan, out of sight.

I prayed more for Blake’s safety in those few minutes than I’d ever prayed for anything else in my entire adult life.

Chapter 49

Blake

Iwanted to believe my father when he said he didn’t know they’d taken Meg until it was too late. I wanted to believe him when he promised me this would all be over once I paid them. I wanted to believe him when he said he’d get help and give up gambling.

But he’d lied too many times.

“Will you turn yourself in?” I asked, desperately wanting him to say he’d accept responsibility for everything he’d done and face the consequences.

He didn’t. He hemmed and hawed until I got up and walked away.

I didn’t go far because the driver blocked my path.So much for an angry exit. He pointed at the chair and told me to sit.

“Can you untie me now? It’s not like I can run away.”

“Not unless the boss man says it’s okay.” He tilted his head towards the other door.

The ‘boss man’ walked back in as if saying his name had summoned him.

Figuring he’d know what I wanted, I held my hands out in front of me in a silent request.

“Untie her.”

After they removed the ropes, I rubbed my sore, red wrists and sat back down. “Thank you.”

Why am I thanking him?

“You see, Princess, I’m not so bad,” the man my father called Crowley said.

The snake-like quality of his voice, and the way his eyes lingered on my chest, made my skin crawl. I resisted the urge to cover my chest with my arms.

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