Page 66 of Hidden Attraction

“Dante?” he urged, ignoring what Con said.

“I’ve got satellite tracking on her pulled up.”

He stilled. “Wait—how?”

“Um. This is probably a good time to let you know I added spyware to her phone.”

His teammate’s claim punched through Chase, the force of sheer relief bending him forward.

“I added it when I checked out her phone, and Kennedy’s too.”

He dug his fingers into his hair, feeling Alyssa’s touch on him in the grip of passion. “Dante, I could kiss you right now.”

“Haven’t you been doing enough kissing lately?” Dante asked.

Chase almost laughed. Almost.

“Hang on—I’ve got something. Click this link I’m sending you.”

He snatched up his phone and jabbed the link that popped into his messages. When it opened, he took in the surveillance footage Dante streamed—grainy GPS data from Alyssa’s phone.

“She’s moving,” Dante said. “Fast. South side. They’re taking her into some kind of industrial block.”

Chase leaned over his phone, breath shallow. The feed shifted to street cam overlays and a warehouse on the edge of the city.

There.That flash of movement. Alyssa being dragged out of the van.

She didn’t cry. Didn’t scream.

Shefought, elbows flying. She kicked one guy in the shin hard enough he slapped her.

“That’s my girl,” Chase whispered, voice hoarse.

“You’re not gonna like this part,” Dante said. “I’ve got audio coming in from the spyware now.”

Static hissed, then: “We got her. Send word to Cypher,” a male voice rumbled.

Chase’s heart dropped.

They were delivering her to the man they’d been chasing since the beginning.

“Cypher’s about to know he’s got leverage.” Dante’s confirmation came with a knife edge of urgency. “They’re sharing her GPS coordinates on the dark web. I intercepted the signal. There’s a bounty.”

“On her?” Chase’s jaw creaked.

“On both of you,” Dante said. “But she was the easier grab. I just found it—you were on every kill list—until she showed up. Now they want the full package.”

“How much?”

“High six figures. Enough for desperate men to risk everything.”

Chase whirled and rammed his fist into the wall. Plaster exploded under the impact and dusted the floor.

Con brought him back from the brink. “Cobra. Stay with us. Stay focused.”

He whipped around again, eyes glazing over the scene before him—rumpled bed where he and Alyssa had been entangled only hours before.

“So, what’s the play?”

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