Chapter 18 Carter
Carter
I was sitting in a sterile apartment, guarding a rich kid with too much money and not enough sense, when Faron’s voice hit my earpiece like a hammer.
“Robinson. It’s Harper.”
My blood iced. “What about Harper?”
“She’s gone. Abduction in the hospital parking lot. Witnesses confirm three men, white van, no plates.” A pause. “They knew exactly who they were after.”
The walls closed in. My chair scraped back so hard it hit the plaster. “When?”
“Two hours ago.”
Two hours. That was a lifetime. Too long.
The kid I was assigned to guard said something smart from the couch, but I didn’t hear him. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, my vision narrowing to red. Harper. Taken. Because of me. Because I let my guard drop for one damn second.
“I’m coming in,” I growled.
“Robinson—”
“I don’t care about this assignment. You hear me? I don’t care. You can put me on every punishment detail for the next year, but I’m not sitting here while she’s out there.”
Silence on the line. Then Faron’s voice, grim and sure. “Good. Because I wasn’t planning to stop you.”
I was already moving—gear in my bag, Glock holstered, knife strapped. My hands shook, but not from fear. From fury. Every scar on my body burned like kindling.
They’d taken her.
My woman.
And I was going to hunt them down, one by one, until there was nothing left but ash.