Chapter Forty-Nine
“Anger - A strong feeling of displeasure or hostility.”
Dex
As soon as Piper’s building was out of sight, my cell phone rang. It was Storm. “Tell me you know where she is,” I said as soon as I answered the call.
“He stuffed her in the trunk of a white car,” he said. “He’s driving now.”
“Is she dead?” I asked, the words sticking in my throat. The vivid image of Charming shutting up her dead body in his trunk flashed before my eyes.
“No. Not yet. But he hit her in the head with his gun and knocked her out.”
“So G.R. has this rule about Escorts not fighting,” I said. “But does he have a rule about us killing each other?”
Storm made a sound on the other end of the line; it sounded like a laugh. “You want to find out the hard way?”
Maybe.
“Where are they?”
“He just pulled onto the street with the diner.”
“I’m on my way,” I said, hitting the gas and fishtailing a little on the ice. I didn’t slow down until I came to a red light and had to stop.
“Seriously, man, I know you’re pissed he would try to take out your Target, but killing Charming will only get him a new body and you recalled.”
I heard his words, but I didn’t say anything.
“Dex? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” This was the longest red light ever.
“He just parked. He’s right by the diner. He’s… wait, she’s just jumped out of the trunk. She’s running… You need to hurry!”
I threw the phone onto the seat next to me and pressed down on the gas, ignoring the red light.