Prologue
Prologue
brANDON
I sat in my car and stared at the quiet, unassuming house across the little residential street. It was dark, the inhabitants out for the night or already in bed. I happened to know it was the latter. After a couple of months of searching, I’d finally caught up to my target and I wasn’t about to let her get away again.
Still, I continued to sit there and watch, taking no action. I told myself I was simply being cautious; I didn’t need any more trouble. But Nic had asked me to keep her safe. I was obligated. It was my job. It was complete and utter bullshit, that’s what it was.
The phone I was holding up to my ear began ringing, and I waited until the recipient picked up.
“Brandon?” Nic answered, his question implied.
“I found her.”
“Great. I’ll send?—”
“No!” I snapped, cutting him off and shocking the fuck out of myself. “She’s mine.”