Page 92 of Heartbreak Hero

“You put my friend in the hospital,” West said in the kidnapper’s face.

“He was in my way,” the perp snarled.

Sara didn’t see what West did, but she had heard the kidnapper’s gasp.

“Who do you work for?” West asked.

The perp gulped and mumbled.

“We…work for her father.”

The words were horrifying.

Sara whirled around, and it took several seconds to comprehend the full weight of the man’s response.

She no longer felt safe with her kidnapper’s words ringing in the air.

West delivered a blow to her kidnapper’s gut, and the guy groaned.

So what? Sara hardened her heart.

She didn’t feel sorry for the guy who had tried to snatch her away.

However, knowing that he worked for her father definitely changed things.

“Did my father tell you to kidnap me?”

“He said… to remove you from the situation…and bring you home,” the man said, his words breaking up, cutting in and out.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Sara said. “I told them I wasn’t going back.”

“He knows you have a bodyguard.”

Sara jerked a bit and frowned. “What does that have to do with this? How in the world does he know I have a bodyguard?”

The perp shook his head. “I have no idea, but I made a call and they should be here any second.”

“Who did you call?” West moved in, holding brass knuckles in front of the guy’s face.

“The Joneses.” So go ahead and kill me, and I’ll see you all rot in jail.”

King placed a hand on West’s shoulder, and West immediately stepped away.

“You’ve got that wrong, pal,” King said.

“How so?” The perp frowned.

“We got company,” Rowan announced, striding over from where he’d been on lookout at the door.

Sara suddenly wanted to sit down when her father and his lawyer Tom Markem walked into the warehouse as if it were an everyday occurrence.

Wearing a black power suit, Jack Jones looked every bit the billionaire.

Jack Jones was a shrewd business mogul and carried himself as such.

The man had made his fortune in oil back in the nineties. The sad thing was that Jack ran his family just like he ran his company—there was zero flexibility when anyone stepped out of line.

Sara wanted to groan. She would much rather have her mother here than her father. Laura was a marshmallow in comparison to Jack.

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