Chapter 40
“What is this?” Travis asked, glancing over at Caren from where he sat behind his desk in his office.
She’d come into work with him today and yesterday. It made both of them feel better for her to be close by.
“What?” she asked, looking up from her phone.
She had another message from Oliver. He was starting to get grumpy with her over her refusal to go to Kazbrekistan. At this point, she thought they were going to have to part ways.
She gulped as she saw the images on the screen. They were her photos of the protest. Well, some of them.
Oh heck.
She hadn’t been able to edit them straight away so she hadn’t been sure that anyone would want to purchase them. But they’d been snapped up almost immediately.
“Oh, those.”
He pointed at the screen. “Yes, these.”
“I forgot about them.”
“Did you? Seems Tyler and Gable have had a memory lapse too, since none of you mentioned that you had gotten this close to the protestors.”
She bit her lip. Uh-oh. He seemed mad.
“Are you mad?”
“Do I seem mad?”
“Hmm. Kind of. You’ve got a bit of a tic here.” She pointed to the side of her eye. “And you sound funny. Like you’re blocked up.”
“I’m not blocked up. What was my rule for going to that protest?” he asked.
“That I stay back and take photos from a distance. But aren’t those photos amazing?” she said.
“They are. Of course they are. You took them. Doesn’t mean you’re not in big trouble. Come here.”
Travis pushed his chair back and parted his legs before crooking a finger at her.
Him and that finger. She might just have to chop it off.
That thought kept her amused for a few seconds as she walked over to stand between his thighs.
“Kneel.”
Oh heck.
She found herself kneeling without thought. He’d used his Dom voice. The one he usually only used when they were playing. She swallowed heavily, lowering her head.
“No, you may look at me.” He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “You’re in trouble.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Now, how to punish you for disobeying me? This is a big one and it won’t be enough to just spank you. Perhaps I’ll spank you first, then lay you out and eat you, keeping you on the edge. Then I might just fuck you until I come before tying your hands together and going to bed.”
He wouldn’t tie her up and then go to sleep.
Right?
She was pretty sure he wouldn’t, however he did look like he enjoyed that plan.
Great. Just great.
There was a knock on the door and she jumped. Shit.
Tyler stuck his head into the room, his eyebrows rising as he saw her.
“Uh, shit. Sorry to interrupt your blowjob, brother, but I’ve got to take Caren to her appointment.”
“I am not getting a blowjob, asshole,” Travis told him. “I’m talking to Caren about the photos she took . . . at the protest.”
Tyler winced. “That seems like my cue to leave.”
“You never told me how close she got to the crowds,” Travis said.
“In my defense, there’s been a lot going on. And we’ve really got to go or we’ll be late.”
“Yep. Uh-huh, better go.” She jumped to her feet.
Travis caught her hips before she could escape. She glanced down at him as he squeezed.
“Straight there and back. No detours. No coffee. There. And back. I want to know when you arrive and when you leave. Am I understood?”
Both of them saluted him at the same time. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Fucking fantastic.”
Strangely, Isabel wasn’t there to meet them at the elevator.
That should have been her first clue that something was wrong.
The second clue was one that even she couldn’t ignore.
And that was of her agent sitting in his chair with a gun aimed to his head. Oliver was pale and sweaty. She could visibly see him shaking as the man holding the gun watched her impassively.
“Shit,” Tyler said. He’d entered the room first but hadn’t drawn his gun.
None of them had been expecting any trouble. This building had security, how had these people gotten in here?
The door shut behind them and she turned to see two more armed men standing there. They looked vaguely familiar, but she didn’t need to know them to know why they were here.
Aadan hadn’t let her go.
He’d found her.
“Let them go,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice. “It’s me you want.”
She didn’t know where Isabel was and she hoped like hell the girl was safe.
“I’m afraid we can’t just let them go,” one of the men said.
She stepped in front of Tyler. “You can’t kill them!”
The guy standing behind Oliver lifted his gun, aiming it toward them, and then he fired.
Where the hell was she?
Travis picked up his phone and used the tracker app.
He sat up straight. All right, something weird was going on.
The tracker in Caren’s necklace showed that she was still at Oliver’s office. But the tracker he’d had secretly inserted into her bra was showing that she was . . . fuck!
Something was very wrong. She was traveling somewhere.
“Alexa! Track Tyler and Caren, now! Gable, Jace, get round to Oliver’s office, go in armed and ready for anything. Clay, try calling Tyler.”
Clay raced in, his phone to his ear, his face pale. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Caren texted me when they arrived, that was an hour ago. Her primary tracker says she’s at his office, the secondary one says she’s on the outskirts of the city.”
“Fuck!” Alexa said, rushing into the room with her laptop in her arms. “I think she’s on her way to a private airstrip.”
He gaped at her in horror. His mind raced. What the fuck was he going to do? They wouldn’t reach her in time and once she was in that plane . . . well, they only had the tracker to find her. What if it went out of range?
Every employees at Raptor Inc. wore a tracker. Tyler’s was in his watch, which was showing that he was still in Oliver’s office.
“Call Miranda Waterford. And Rory?” he said to the younger woman who was hovering just inside the office.
“Yes?”
“Call your brother, tell him what’s going on. I need to find a plane to take me to Africa. Now.”
“Actually, I might know of someone who can help,” Rory told him, looking pale and concerned. “Let me talk to Gray.”