his head and mutters, “I don’t like it and Davis is going to fucking kill me.”
“He won’t. I’ll talk to him.”
He smirks and I know he’s thinking I’ll only be able to talk to him if I’m not halfway to Saudi Arabia with my legs spread for a stranger who has purchased my innocence.
I try not to think about it. It won’t happen. I have to trust that the people following me won’t let it get that far.
As we pull up to the house I’ve never been to, a minivan is leaving the driveway. Gordon slows down and looks in the window. “Good. I think that’s his wife. Hopefully, the two people in the back are his daughters. He probably sent them out of the house.”
This doesn’t seem like the definition of good to me, but I don’t say anything.
Gordon pulls over to the side of the road several houses away from my former boss’s. He’s has gone over everything with me several times, but he does so one more time.
I roll my eyes. “I’ve got it, Gordon. I can do this.”
An SUV suddenly drives past us and pulls into Lazinski’s driveway. Gordon draws in a breath and holds it as we both watch to see what’s about to happen. I pray we aren’t too late.
The garage door goes up.
A man jumps down from the driver’s side and opens the back door of the SUV. He glances around and then yanks a young woman from the back seat.
I watch in horror as he drags her into the garage. The door goes back down. It all happens so fast that even I’m uncertain I seriously just witnessed my replacement. “Let’s go.” I’m anxious to stop this poor woman’s life from being ruined. Now.
Gordon grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Let’s wait a few moments.”
I jerk my gaze to him. “Are you crazy. Let’s go.”
He finally starts the engine and then says nothing as we pull into the driveway and casually exit the car. When we get to the front door, Lazinski opens it before we even knock. His expression is one of incredible shock.
“Look who I found,” Gordon says smiling.
“Hey,” I say. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I was really sick. I went to a friend’s house to stay.”
He stares at me for several seconds, his eyes wide. Finally, he backs up and motions for us to enter, his eyes scanning the street like he’s worried about the neighbors seeing us. “Come on in. Damn, woman, you scared me to death disappearing on me like that. I don’t like my girls to go missing.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t thinking. I had a high fever and was kind of delirious for a few days. I didn’t go back to my place until this morning. It was trashed. Someone broke in while I was gone. I couldn’t think who to call, so I called Gordon.” I ease farther into the foyer, my heart racing.
“I’m so glad you did.” He’s nervous and keeps glancing behind him. He’s still holding the front door open. He’s also sweating. I don’t like it. My nerves are frayed but I need to pull this off.
“Listen,” Gordon says, “I wanted you to know she was okay, but I’ve got a ton of errands to run. I told her I’d drop her here so she can make some calls and figure out what to do about her place. Can you help her out?”
“Of course.” Lazinski looks relieved. “I’ll take care of her. Don’t worry about a thing. Thank you for bringing her here. It was the right thing to do. I’ll see you at the club later tonight.”
“Yep.” Gordon backs out the door, waving. “See ya, Britney. Glad you called. Glad you’re feeling better.”
“Thank you for helping me out, Gordon. I didn’t know who else to call.”
I feel like I’m going to vomit. The moment the door closes, I jerk in my spot.
Lazinski wastes no time. He grabs my arm and pulls me through the house.
“I really appreciate you helping me,” I say, not pointing out that he’s hurting my arm.
When we reach the kitchen, he opens a door that leads to the basement and shouts down the stairs. “Jeff? Can you come up here? I need some help.”
I try not to shake too violently as I hear footsteps on the stairs and then a man appears. The one who just arrived in the SUV. He’s fucking huge. Bigger than Gordon or Davis. His eyes are wide, and he looks back and