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She shook it off because it would all be okay.
Chapter Four
It was blown to hell, and Zach had no idea how it had goneso fucking wrong.
Twenty-four hours before he was sneaking Facetimes with hisgirlfriend from the tiny room in the safe house in Montreal he shared with hisbrother and her brother. TJ had calmed down after a beer and various snacks andZach having a long discussion with him about everything he adored about Devi.
And now he was covered in blood and in Toronto and his wholeteam was going to know about how he betrayed them.
He glanced back at the big mansion Huisman had brought himand Tristan to. Kala and Carys and Tris were still in that house, and his guttwisted at the thought of leaving them there, but it was clear to him thatHuisman knew exactly who he was, who his mother was, and had some datedknowledge of how to get to him.
He hadn’t meant to kidnap Kala. Huisman had been going forTasha. Carys to get Tristan to talk. Tasha for Zach. He meant to torture thewomen so the men would talk. He hadn’t been happy his henchmen had mistakenKala for her sister.
They’d picked up him and Tristan in the suite Tris, Aidan,and Carys were staying in. They’d been cleaning it out when Huisman’s menshowed up, drugged them, and dragged them to Toronto.
If only Huisman had kidnapped him before he’d fuckedeverything up with a few casual words.
You couldn’t know you were going to walk in and find TheJester face down on the floor, man. You did what you had to do.
The trouble was by the time Zach had joined Tristan, TheJester had been on his back. The only one who could have known how he startedface down was the man who’d actually killed him. Zach.
When they’d gotten to the Toronto house, Huisman hadexplained that he hadn’t truly wanted Tristan at all. He’d really wanted totalk to Zach.
Because he knew. He knew who Zach’s mother was, and if hewas allowed to bring Shannon Reed in, the world would burn in ways he didn’twant to imagine.
Huisman had tried to bring in Tasha Taggart because he hadintelligence that stated Zach Reed was in love with her. It was outdatedintelligence but at one time he’d thought he was.
If Huisman knew about Devi…
He forced himself to walk around the backside of the housetoward what he hoped would be an alley that led away from the garage. The menassigned to take him to what Huisman called a remote site had hauled him intothat garage. He’d offered to go quietly if Huisman let everyone else go.
The bastard hadn’t, and Zach had done what he had to.
Now he needed to find a fucking cell phone. He needed tocall Lacey and get out of the country.
There would be no going back to the States for him. No goingback to Devi.
She was going to hate him.
He looked down at the blood on his hands. She would be rightto do it.
We’ll come for you, brother.Tristan had said thewords to him as he’d been hauled back toward the garage.
He’d replied the only way he could.Tell Devi…fuck…tellher I’m so fucking sorry. And Coop…just tell them all I’m sorry.
If his team came for him, it would be to put him in someisolation room and question him. Even if he told them everything at this point,he was still looking at jail, and all that would do was leave his mother atHuisman’s mercy. And the world to the weapons she could build. He wished hebelieved his mother would fight Huisman, but he was realistic. She’d oftenchosen the path that made her more comfortable.
There was no way out. Not if he wanted to protect the peoplehe loved.
He carefully eased around the cameras. There were some clearblind spots, and he used them. He had a few problems to solve—the handcuffsthat dangled from his left wrist, the fact that he had no ID and no phone—noneof them compared to the terror he had if Huisman figured out his connection toDevi Taggart.
His girl. His only girl. Oh, he’d had girlfriends before butnot the way Devi was. She fit with him.
And she would never speak to him again.
It probably didn’t matter since he was going to die or getshoved into prison somewhere. He might end up underneath whatever fucking poolan MT employee was building this week.
He missed her. He didn’t want to be here, sneaking aroundand trying to survive. He wanted to be laying on the couch at her place, hishead in her lap while she read some romance novel about fairies fucking andstroked his hair while he watched baseball.
