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“Shit,” Travis curses. “Give me two minutes.”

“You have one.” I march into the administration building after giving him the license plate, rip open the armory and start tossing out weapons. “Someone get me an M20.”

Commonly known in the movies as a bazooka. That should get their fucking attention.

I am not losing a man. Nor one of my trainees who is likely to be his girl.

Jesus, when did I become a romantic?

Cassy is going to love this bedtime story when I get home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

QUINN

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Lying under the black sheet, I try to keep my breathing even and not move. I can hear the men’s voices from the house, and while it’s unlikely they can see me, I’m not risking it.

After what feels like an hour later it goes quiet. Not silent, but I can hear them inside the property, which I assume is residential. It has the hum of a street as opposed to industrial.

The drive from the BHS compound was less than ten minutes. Noah had said it was a local cartel, and he was right about the local part.

And the cartel part.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and unlock it, my heart pounding as the bright light fills my tiny space.

Shit, who do I call? I search for Black Hawke Security and find a 1-800 number. Will anyone answer?

I press dial.

Hi, you’ve reached...

I hang up.

Calling Noah is dangerous...oh, I could call Marlene.

I press dial.

“Quinn. Where are the fuck are you? I have Hayden here with me.” Her voice is stressed, so I figure the guards saw me when I risked popping my head up as we passed through gates.

Thank God.

“I’m in the back of the Hummer,” I whisper. “I don’t know where we are, but they have Noah inside. We stopped approximately ten minutes after leaving the compound.”

A man speaks, and I figure it’s Hayden on speaker. “Is he alive?”

“Yes. I felt his pulse.”

“Good. Fuck. Okay.” He says and I hear their footsteps. “Stay on the line if you can.”

“She’s on the line?” Josh growls half a minute later. “Quinn can you hear me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Where are you?” his voice is low, quickly working out my life is at risk while making the call.

“I haven’t looked.” I slowly move my leg to test the noise and see if it alerts anyone. It’s the only way I’m going to do this. I’m unarmed, after all. “Give me a minute.”