Page 121 of When He Plays

“It’s locked!” Charlotte pointed to the cage door. And the padlock. “Check him for the key. I bet it’s on him!”

Sebastian began patting down the unconscious Carmichael.

“You have to turn off the fencing before you open the door,” Charlotte added in a rush. “Or else you’ll get voltage pumping through you. There has to be a breaker somewhere. A control panel. Something.”

“Go find it,” Sebastian told Logan.

What the hell? Since when was this dick giving orders? “You go find it,” Logan shot right back. “I’ll stay with Charlotte.” And he would⁠—

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I leave you, and you’ll kill him. You think I don’t know that?”

Logan would not deny the charge. It was his plan.

“Go find the breaker,” Sebastian gritted out. “I have him. Charlotte and Harper are safe. I’ll get the padlock key off him while you’re gone.”

“Logan, please.” From Charlotte. “I want out of here!”

His head turned toward her. The bright lights shone down on the freaking cage, revealing his Charlotte perfectly. His beautiful Charlotte.

“Turn off the electricity to the cage. Get me out.”

Harper curled over in a chair beyond Charlotte. She seemed to be working feverishly to untie ropes around her ankles.

“Please,” Charlotte said again.

The woman knew she wasn’t supposed to plead for anything.

“Get me out of here, Logan.” Her golden eyes were all big and deep and desperate. “I need you to get me out.”

Fuck. Fine. He’d leave the bastard with Sebastian, but Logan was not happy about the situation. He would not be happy until Carmichael was dead. Logan returned his glare to Sebastian. “If this prick wakes up, be smart. Kill him. Brutally. Savagely. In the most painful way you can imagine.”

“I—”

“Though the smarter thing to do would just be to annihilate his ass right now.”

“I have a badge,” Sebastian reminded him. “I’m a US marshal. That means something to me.”

“Fantastic. But here’s the point you need to understand. Charlotte means the world to me. She is my world. So keep my wife safe, or I’ll obliterate you. That good? Cool? Cool.” A final, fast glance toward Charlotte. “I’m getting you out, baby. Be right back.” He knew where the control room was in this building. He’d made a point to look at the schematics back when he’d come days before in order to kick Morris’s ass.

Now…

He rushed back through the darkness. Though he did haul out his phone and shine the light so he wouldn’t trip and slam face-first into the floor. He’d flashed his light earlier, just for a moment, so that Charlotte would know he was there.

I have your back, sweetheart.

His steps rushed faster. He wanted her out of that cage and back where she belonged.

In his arms.

“I can’t get the ropes off my ankles!” Harper’s desperate voice. “The knots are too tight! Charlotte, help me!”

Charlotte would help her, absolutely, but she didn’t glance at the other woman, not yet. She’d already lost sight of Logan as he rushed into the darkness. She could still see Sebastian, though, as the marshal leaned over a prone Carmichael and searched for the padlock key. “It has to be on him!” Charlotte got as close as she could to the fencing without touching it. “He just locked me in here.” She looked over her shoulder. “Harper, where did he put the key?”

“Get me out of this chair! I’ve been tied here forever!”

“Got it!” Sebastian called.

Charlotte’s head whipped back to him. He’d just pulled a key out of Carmichael’s front pocket. A broad smile split Sebastian’s lips as he looked up at Charlotte. Then beyond her to Harper. “I’m going to get you both out,” he promised. “Logan will get rid of the voltage, he’ll—ah!” His words ended in a shocked cry of pain.