Page 157 of Reckoning

I tilt my head, “Did you think I’d get in the way of that? You lot were the ones making her see him.”

Roman frowns more. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Martin.” I snap growing more annoyed. “Her fucking therapist.”

Hastings comes up beside him, looking at me like I’m talking actual nonsense. “We cancelled all of that months ago. And it wasn’t a man we sorted. It was a woman.”

I blink, not understanding exactly what they’re saying. “A woman?” I repeat.

“Her name was Kate. She saw Sofia two times.” Hastings says.

“Then who the fuck is Martin?” I bellow.

But my gut already tells me what it is. What all of this is. Have I been that fucking blind? That stupid?

I grab my phone, dialling Sofia’s number. She doesn’t pick up. I dial Colt’s next. Normally he answers after barely a ring but it takes him almost a whole minute before it connects.

“Boss,”

Jesus, I can hear it in his voice.

“Where is she? What the fuck is happening?”

“Boss, they, they took her. They set off a bomb, fucking hell, Koen…”

I hang up, sliding my fingers across the screen. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real.

The tracker pops up on the map and I zoom in, staring at the image. At least they didn’t know about that.

“What is that?” Roman asks peering over my shoulder. “Where the fuck is my sister?”

I shush him, taking note of the coordinates. There’s no way this is a coincidence. No way at all.

I rush to the bikes, shoving aside one of my men, I’ll be far quicker on two wheels than four.

“Where the fuck is my sister, Koen?” Roman growls, try to yank me back like I’m the one behind all of this.

I shove the phone in his face and he stares at the screen.

“You, you put a tracker in her?” He splutters.

“Look where she is.” I snap. Like it matters how I know right now.

He frowns, and I see the place register in his face. “Why the fuck would she be there?”

I don’t try to answer that. I don’t really have an answer for that. And yet it feels all too connected. Far too connected.

I spin the bike around, rev the engine and speed off. I don’t know how long they’ve had her, what the hell they might be doing to her, but the sooner I can get there, the sooner I can stop whatever this is.

Sofia

Ican’t help the groan of annoyance as he walks in.

He’s got that polite smile on his face as though I can be as rude as I like and he doesn’t care. Christ, am I itching to test that theory.

“Shall we…?” He says holding his hand to direct me to the study.

I roll my eyes, turning my back on him and stalk through the hallway.

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