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I go back in and play the last video. It’s at least twenty minutes long and I growl under my breath. Immediately the picture is full of smoke and fog but I hear Verity’s voice when I turn it up. My heart skips a beat when I hear a man’s voice in the background. It’s so familiar and I struggle to place it.

I hear the man telling her that he came for her because I kept them apart and I scowl, fighting the fog around my brain.

That’s until I see his big body come into the frame when he opens the door and pulls her out and then she yelps and passes out in his arms.

“Hey, we’ve got a name. It’s a rental. It’s rented by…”

“Alex. His name is Alex. The asshole that I helped get off that fucking mountain. I should’ve thrown him off of it,” I snarl under my breath, wincing at the strain in my ribs.

“We have an address for a cabin that he rented for him and a buddy. They were with another group but that group left and these two stayed on.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’ve got people coming. The Sheriff’s on his way. The guy’s gonna get it for leaving the scene of an accident.”

“He’s gonna get it for more than that.” I hold up the video and hit play.

Jude runs his hands over his head and growls. “Shit! That’s where she disappeared to.”

“We need to get to that cabin and right now. We’re closer than them.”

“You need to go to the hospital and get checked out. I’ll…”

“If that was Treaty would you run to the hospital and hope that somebody else who doesn’t love your woman gets to her in time?”

“No,” he sighs. “Get in.”

In seconds we’re moving and he glares at me. “You better not do anything stupid, buddy. You look like shit. Let me go first.”

I glare over at him. “Not gonna happen. Just drive.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Treaty’s gonna be pissed at me if anything happens to either one of you.”

My lips stretch into an evil smile. “I suggest you don’t fuck up then. I’ve got this.”

He rolls his eyes and floors it. “You’re an idiot.”

I might be an idiot. But I’m damn sure not gonna let some crazy psycho have my woman. I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands. Slowly and with a great deal of intent.

And then I’m taking Verity home and I’m keeping her with me for the rest of our lives.

SEVENTEEN

VERITY

Whistlingwakes me up and fiery pain ripples through my head, stunning me to stillness.

I crack my eyes open and try to touch my head, panicking when I realize that my arms won’t move. I can feel the sting of rough rope when I struggle against the restraint. Tears sting my eyes.

“Oh, don’t cry, angel. I’m right here.”

“That does not make me feel better,” I mutter under my breath.

“I just finished taking care of one of our little problems. If only Fred had been a little less moral. Maybe he’d still be alive.”

My head whips around and I whimper when I see the jovial, dark-haired man lying in a pool of blood on the floor.

“Oh my God! What did you do?”