Page 86 of Hart of Darkness
His phone rang.
We were locked in a stare-down.
His phone continued to ring. He blinked as he fished it out of the back pocket of his black jeans.
I wondered if it was Grace calling him.
He lifted the phone and strutted down the street in the opposite direction we’d come from.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but that bad feeling I’d had earlier was slowly rearing its ugly head. Dillon would be furious if Dom knew where Grace was and didn’t tell him when he’d had the chance. I’d seen the rage in Dillon when we’d gone to Duke’s penthouse. I had also seen how he’d held back from seriously hurting his own brother. With Dom being a stranger, Dillon wouldn’t think twice about smashing his skull through the wall, an action I was sure Dillon had held back at the Crow.
I wished I had my phone. For some odd reason, I felt safe with the stupid piece of technology, and I wanted to call Dillon. I was getting worried since he wasn’t there yet.
I clutched my messenger bag and lingered near the entrance of Tapas. It was probably best if I waited for Dillon out front anyway. It was rather stuffy inside, and the aromas would only make me hungrier.
Dom was talking animatedly, waving his free hand around as though he were arguing with someone. I didn’t have time to guess who was on the other end of his phone.
Headlights drew my attention away from Dom. At first, the car was rolling slowly as though the driver were looking at the addresses of the buildings lining both sides of the street. Then the car accelerated as though he’d found the address he was looking for. It took me a second to realize the car was the black Jeep.
Two gorilla-looking men—strong, huge, and with mean expressions—jumped out, darted in between a truck and a Mercedes, and hopped the curb as if they were firefighters there to put out a fire. For a brief second, I thought they were running inside to get someone until they scooped me up. I barely had time to scream before something stung me in the arm.
Then the city went black.
