Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He would not go get Nathan, at least not without Wolf’s or my permission first.
So no, I wasn’t falling for this man’s bullshit that he was shoveling.
“What happened to him?” I asked, letting the fear and worry that I was feeling fill my voice. “Is he okay?”
The man walked forward until his hand was resting on Nathan’s back. “He is right now…” he smiled at me, letting me see those freaky eyes up close. “But he won’t be for long.”
I stiffened and tried to turn my body to get the man’s hand away from Nathan, but when I moved, the man smiled and tightened his hand until his fist was wrapped around Nathan’s shirt.
“I want you to call him.”
I nodded my head.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll call him.”
He grinned at me.
“You’ll use my phone.”
I nodded again.
I didn’t want the man to follow me into the safe room. That was a secret, and if he knew about it, it wasn’t so secret or safe anymore, was it?
“Okay,” I said. “But I don’t know Wolf’s number.”
I didn’t. He’d put it into my phone when I’d first met him, and then I’d never thought twice about calling him after that. How stupid was it that I didn’t know that?
Hell, I didn’t know anyone’s number…except for one.
And my brother was standing right there, so there was no way in hell I could call him.
“That’s okay,” the man smiled. “Rafe here knows it.”
That didn’t surprise me.
Was Rafe playing a bad guy?
I knew a little bit about what he was doing, just that he was undercover and involved in some big investigation that Wolf was also somehow involved in.
Whether this was the same man he was investigating, I didn’t know.
But I did want to know, and I would know. Soon.
Now, though, I decided to go ahead and use the pale blue-eyed man to call Wolf and let him know that I thought something fishy was going on.
“Rafe, the number,” the man asked, snapping his fingers.
“Alright, Fry. Simmer down,” he ordered, pulling out his phone.
He rattled off a number, and this Fry guy punched in the numbers and pressed dial before putting it onto speakerphone.
“’Lo?” Wolf’s angry, pain-filled voice answered.
“Hi, Wolf. This is Agent Fry, here to check on your lovely lady and child like you asked me to,” he called jovially into the phone.
“Raven?” Wolf asked softly. Carefully.
“Yes, Wolf?” I asked, knowing when he was mad.
And mad wouldn’t even touch what he was feeling right now. He was pissed. Hot. So angry he would be vibrating had he been near me.
“You don’t follow directions,” he said, sounding almost bored.
“No,” I agreed. “But Agent Fry brought Nathan over here to me with another man. He said you were hurt.”
Before Wolf could reply, Agent Fry took the phone away from me and placed it to his ear, turning away from the two of us and letting me see my brother for the first time.
Raphael’s face went from passive to angry in the half a second since I’d last looked at him.
I raised my eyebrow at him in question and shifted Nathan in my arms.
“Where’s Nancy?” I whispered.
Raphael’s eyes went haunted, and the shake of his head said it all.
Nancy wasn’t good.
Whatever happened to her to get Nathan with me had been bad, and I prayed that whatever was wrong with her that she would be able to recover from it.
“Search her, Rafe,” Agent Fry called over his shoulder. “Make sure she doesn’t have anything on her that she can use against us in the next ten minutes that it takes Wolf to arrive.”
“What’s going on?” I asked carefully.
Agent Fry’s crazy eyes came to me, and he smiled. A smile so fucking chilling that I felt the ice all the way across the room.
“What’s going on is that I’m about to kill your man, and you’re going to watch.”
And suddenly I wasn’t standing with my back to the wall anymore. Suddenly, I had my brother’s hands running down the length of my arms and legs as he searched for anything I would be able to use against them.
My brother did a shit job though. He skimmed right over my cell phone. Let me hold on to the set of keys that were in my pocket—a set of keys that had a deadly and wicked keychain on them that was meant to shove into people’s eyes.
He also skipped over the gun. The same gun that Wolf had placed in the back of my pants before he’d left.
At the time, I’d thought he was being overzealous.
Now, though, I was understanding just how right he’d been to worry.
“She’s clean,” he said. “Where do you want us to go?”
“Put the kid in their room. Both of you come out here.”
“If the kid wakes up, he’s going to be scared since we took him from his grandmother’s. I propose we stay in the backroom while you await Wolf,” Raphael said, gesturing behind him at Nathan.