Page 177 of The Vigilante's Lover
I want her.
We can figure out what sort of life we want to have. We can do anything. Live on a boat. Or maybe not, with her parents’ history.
Get a place in Paris. Or the Swiss Alps. Venice. Or just travel.
As long as I’m with her.
I approach a highway. I cut alongside it, staying in the trees. When I feel I’ve put enough distance between myself and the bridge, I stop running and let my breath slow down. Time to contact Colette.
I run the phone through several encryption channels and dial her number.
It immediately cuts out, no answer.
I frown. Where is she?
I take off in another jog, worry nipping at my heels. Sam said she had located Mia. I wonder if someone has come after them. I don’t know who had Mia to begin with, how she was found. Anything that happened to her after I left the hotel is completely unknown. Those Vigilantes assured me she’d be safe, but if Colette had to track her down, that means sheneededtracking down.
Where the hell has she been all day?
And where are they now?
I run faster.
12: Mia
Jovana doesn’t come around the back of the car like I expect, but flips her way to the roof and back down, landing right on Colette.
Shit, she’s good.
“Watch her arm, Colette!” I say. “Don’t let her grab you with that poison skin!”
The two of them scrabble on the ground. I drop my bag and circle them, kicking Jovana when I can get a shot in and making sure she doesn’t wrap her hand around Colette. I don’t want to jump into the fray since Colette is trained and I might get in the way.
Mark gets out of the car with a dart gun and before any of us can do anything, he shoots both Jovana and Colette.
“What the hell?” I say, lunging for him.
“Back off,” Mark says. “I don’t know what is going on here, but I’m not going down for it.”
“Jovana kidnapped me,” I say quickly. “I don’t know why. She couldn’t get Sutherland to listen to her, and Klaus isn’t answering calls.”
“Why is this Vigilante Colette so intent on getting you?”
“She’s a friend of Jax. He’ll want me.”
“But he’s dead.”
I don’t say anything, and he curses under his breath. “Sutherland’s not as solid in his plan as he would let us believe,” he says.
“What is his plan?” I ask, mentally trying to keep track of the minutes. Jovana and Colette will need an antidote if Mark used a Vigilante poison. Neither of them are unconscious, but clearly struggling with whatever he gave them, breathing heavily on the ground.
“Hell if I know,” Mark mutters.
“Are you going to give them antidotes?” I ask, my voice shaking.
He turns and kicks at his car. “This is fucked up.”
“What did you hit them with?”
