Up to Me - By M. Leighton Page 0,53

where I stood before. The more distance between us, the better.

I hold up the books briefly then drop them back to my side. "Now, have them put her in my car."

The guy smiles the most chilling smile I've ever seen. It makes me wonder if I'm somehow playing right into his hands. I don't know how I could be, but I'm smart enough to know that underestimating people like this is a fatal error.

So I don't. I do my best not to underestimate him.

He calls behind him again, to whoever is in the van. "Duffy, put her in car."

I watch a smaller, more American-looking version of the guy in front of me step out of the van, scoop Marissa up, throw her roughly over his shoulder and carry her to the BMW. He opens the back passenger door and flings her onto the back seat. Through the still-open driver's side, I can hear her muffled sobs. I don't know if they're sobs of pain or relief.

"Now, give me books," he repeats, like I'm an obstinate child he's running out of patience with.

My heart tries to hammer its way past my ribs as I hand him the blank ledgers. As I suspected, he flips through them. When he raises his cold eyes to me, if possible, they're even colder.

"I thought you'd be smarter than this. Your father, not so smart. Look what happened to him." He pauses meaningfully. "And to his family."

Fire races along my veins at his reference to my mother and her horrific death. "Things are going to be different this time. You're going to let us leave here with the books and you're going to assure me, on behalf of you and your boss and all your shitbag associates, that no one will ever come near me, my family or my friends again. Because if you do, the books will be the least of your worries."

"What makes you think I do that?"

"Because we have video. Very damning video of the trigger man at the dock that day seven years ago. A man that can be directly linked to Slava." Slava is the leader of the Bratva cell in the South. "Now I can promise you that, as long as everyone I've ever known or met remains safe, this video will never see the light of day. But if - "

The cell phone in my pocket rings. My heart skips a beat. There's a problem. A big one. Everyone was clear on when to use this number - only if something has gone terribly wrong.

My stomach squeezes into a tight knot.

Olivia.

"Hold that thought. This must be my contact for getting you a preview of the video."

It's a bluff. Only Nash has seen the video and it's only on his phone, not mine. He made a copy onto a flash drive, but it's not with him. It's in a safe place, according to him. But it buys me a couple of minutes, which I apparently need.

"What is it?" I answer.

"They took Olivia." Gavin's words and the steel in his voice make my chest feel tight.

Holy shit, they've got her! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

It's arguably my worst fear to date. And it's happening. Right now.

"Where?" I ask, mindful of the enforcer standing not too far from me.

"I followed them to a small brick house in Macon. Looks like a hide out."

"Are you...prepared?"

"Mate, I'm always prepared."

"I'll call you back."

My thoughts are racing through ways to get us out of this. Giving them another bargaining chip - the ultimate bargaining chip, as far as I'm concerned - was never part of the plan.

Outwardly casual, I smile at the big guy, turning just enough so that I can keep the smaller guy, Duffy, in my peripheral vision.

"Change of plans. I'll give you the books for the girl, but I'm holding on to the video as insurance."

"I don't think so. I don't believe you have video."

He takes a slow step toward me, one meant to be intimidating. And it is. I won't lie.

I take one step back.

"You'll get a preview of the video when you get the books, but the new deal is that you let us go and we can arrange another meeting for the video trade."

"Another trade? For what?"

"I know you took her."