Page 27 of Sugar Baby
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
“Do you know where Sophia is? Do you have her?”
He shakes his head. “This has nothing to do with me, I assure you. I was looking for her as well.”
“How do you know her?” I ask again.
“Just met her in the bank while she was emptying her lockbox.”
He says it innocently enough, but I can’t shake the feeling that he is bullshitting me somewhere along the line.
“And you just decided to do what exactly?” My tone has gone cold, and I’m ready to grab this supposed brother of mine, and throw him in the back of the van to interrogate at my leisure.
“Follow her,” he says with a slow smile that definitely hits every nerve I have.
I lunge for him, grabbing him by his shirt front.
Of course, that’s when the ambulance decides to turn up, effectively stopping me from smashing his stalkery face into the ground.
I shove Atlas towards Franco, who takes him by his jacket lapel and drags him to the van, shoving him inside with Sophia and Luca.
“What happened?” The paramedics ask me.
“Not sure. We were driving past and stopped.”
“Stick around for the police,” he murmurs.
“I’ll be in the van.”
He nods, accepting that and focuses on Nico.
I’m not overly worried about him. He has an incredibly high pain threshold, and is a hard alpha to keep down. He will be fighting fit in no time, I’m sure. But whoever did this to him, just shot him in cold blood on the side of the road in broad daylight, has a pair of stones on him the size of England and that concerns me. What will they do to Sugar? What do they want her for? More questions are added to the hundreds already swimming around my head, but some of them can be answered by the two people currently being held in the van.
“Go,” I say to Luca, who is back behind the wheel.
“Uhm…”
“Nico will be fine. We know where they’ll take him. Just go unless you want to answer questions from the police?”
That gets his arse moving, and he pulls away, shooting past the paramedics and Nico.
“You,” I say, pointing at Atlas. “What the fuck is going on here?” I jab my finger in the direction of Sophia.
He glances over and shrugs. “Sophia Quinn has something I want in that lockbox of hers. I was using Natalia here to get it.”
“If you were at the bank and involved in a heist, how did you escape that Taskforce that came bursting in?”
“They weren’t afterme.”
I hiss. “You’re a bit of an arsehole, aren’t you?”
“Back at you,” he snarls, his temper firing up. Hmm, yep, I know that well. It looks the same on me as it does on him.
“What do you want from Sophia?”
“None of your business. But she took it with her anyway. Or her abductors took it, more like.”
“And you have no idea who they are?” I find this very hard to believe.
