Page 157 of Receiving His Mercy
“In my defense, there’s been a lot going on. And we’ve really got to go or we’ll be late.”
“Yep. Uh-huh, better go.” She jumped to her feet.
Travis caught her hips before she could escape. She glanced down at him as he squeezed.
“Straight there and back. No detours. No coffee. There. And back. I want to know when you arrive and when you leave. Am I understood?”
Both of them saluted him at the same time. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Fucking fantastic.”
Strangely,Isabel wasn’t there to meet them at the elevator.
That should have been her first clue that something was wrong.
The second clue was one that even she couldn’t ignore.
And that was of her agent sitting in his chair with a gun aimed to his head. Oliver was pale and sweaty. She couldvisibly see him shaking as the man holding the gun watched her impassively.
“Shit,” Tyler said. He’d entered the room first but hadn’t drawn his gun.
None of them had been expecting any trouble. This building had security, how had these people gotten in here?
The door shut behind them and she turned to see two more armed men standing there. They looked vaguely familiar, but she didn’t need to know them to know why they were here.
Aadan hadn’t let her go.
He’d found her.
“Let them go,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice. “It’s me you want.”
She didn’t know where Isabel was and she hoped like hell the girl was safe.
“I’m afraid we can’t just let them go,” one of the men said.
She stepped in front of Tyler. “You can’t kill them!”
The guy standing behind Oliver lifted his gun, aiming it toward them, and then he fired.
Where the hell was she?
Travis picked up his phone and used the tracker app.
He sat up straight. All right, something weird was going on.
The tracker in Caren’s necklace showed that she was still at Oliver’s office. But the tracker he’d had secretly inserted into her bra was showing that she was . . . fuck!
Something was very wrong. She was traveling somewhere.
“Alexa! Track Tyler and Caren, now! Gable, Jace, get round to Oliver’s office, go in armed and ready for anything. Clay, try calling Tyler.”
Clay raced in, his phone to his ear, his face pale. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Caren texted me when they arrived, that was an hour ago. Her primary tracker says she’s at his office, the secondary one says she’s on the outskirts of the city.”
“Fuck!” Alexa said, rushing into the room with her laptop in her arms. “I think she’s on her way to a private airstrip.”
He gaped at her in horror. His mind raced. What the fuck was he going to do? They wouldn’t reach her in time and once she was in that plane . . . well, they only had the tracker to find her. What if it went out of range?
