Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
“Blake is your father?”
A cruel smirk appeared on Soren’s face. “You sure you want to join this screwed up family?”
“You know what? I don’t care. All I want is to find Danica. If Blake’s got her, where is she?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
Noah drew his Ruger and pointed it at the other man’s face.
Soren reared back, hands raising. “Whoa, whoa, relax.”
“I’m not in the mood to relax.” He was tired of talking. And he could tell Soren didn’t have much more of use to him.
It was time to move.
Noah’s teeth clenched as he spoke. “Tell me where to find Blake.”
He hadn’t just been trained to use weapons. He was a weapon himself. What he needed was a place to aim.
“I swear I don’t know,” Soren said. “But somebody else might.”
Soren pounded on the bedroom door until it opened. Tori—Blake’s assistant, and Danica’s half-sister—stood inside, arms crossed over her sweatshirt. Her eyes were red like she’d been crying.
“What is going on?”
“Tori, we need to find Blake,” Soren said. “Can you track his phone or his computer or something?”
They’d already confirmed Blake wasn’t in his room or his office, and he hadn’t answered when Soren tried to call.
Noah’s phone had been buzzing, too. Chase, Tanner, and several other Bennett Security bodyguards had arrived at his house and had been asking for instructions. But he’d put them off with a text. Until he found out where Danica was, he had nothing.
And as each minute passed, the vise around his heart kept winding tighter and tighter, making him more willing to break any and every rule.
Tori’s brow wrinkled. “Why are you looking for Blake?”
Noah stepped into the doorway. He’d replaced his gun in its holster, but Tori still gasped when she saw the weapon.
“Because we think he kidnapped Danica,” Noah said. “I’ll explain everything later. Please, just help find Blake. Can you?”
“I’d have to get into his office. But the security guards will see on the cameras. They’ll probably try to stop me.”
Then they’d need a distraction.
Noah lifted his phone, and Tanner picked up on the first ring.
“Noah? Do you have a location for us yet?”
“No, but I need somebody to cause a disturbance over here at the Foster-Grant residence. Entirely possible you’ll end up getting arrested. Or shot by an overzealous security guard.”
“Sounds like fun. When do we start?”
“How’s five minutes?”
“Eh, give me seven. Rex is using the head.”
Noah ended the call and lowered his phone. “Seven minutes.”
He herded Soren into Tori’s room. Soren had been cooperative so far, but there was no way he’d let Danica’s brother out of his sight.
“Wait,” Soren said, “the minute this distraction starts, William is going to storm out of his wing of the house and demand to know what’s happening. Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass he is? He’s going to blame me for all of this.”
“That’s just too bad. You’ll do the honors of telling him how your father kidnapped Danica. You’d better hope I get her out of this. Otherwise, William will have a lot more to blame you for.”
Six minutes and thirty seconds later, they heard shouts from another part of the house.
Noah opened the door to the hall. “Tori? You’re on.”