Hijacked (A Retribution Novel) by Stark Cindy

Author:Stark, Cindy [Stark, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-07-19T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Eliana’s nerves twisted and tangled inside her like so many crossed wires. She couldn’t see anything as the big, black SUV she rode in came to a stop and the driver killed the engine.

“We’re here. You can take off your blindfold.” The bulky man with long, dark hair who’d accompanied her had insisted he tie a black silk scarf over her eyes before they’d left the parking lot of Gideon’s bar. For her protection, he’d said.

He’d also checked her purse for weapons and patted her down, enjoying the latter inspection more than he should have.

If that wasn’t a big enough clue that she’d jumped into a pit of vipers, she didn’t know what was. It also meant she was getting closer to the heart of the organization, which was where she needed to be. And she was pleased to know the tampons she’d placed on top of the hidden compartment where she kept the Duke had worked.

Men were funny and predictable creatures.

She pulled the scarf from her face and stepped from the backseat of the SUV into the warehouse. Eerie silence echoed through the darkened enclosure. From the short length of time she’d been in the vehicle and from the dampness in the air, she knew she must be somewhere close to the waterfront.

Except that knowledge didn’t help much. With the number of similar buildings in Portland, trying to find this particular warehouse later on would be nearly impossible. Still, she looked around for identifying markers.

That she’d been summoned this way left her unnerved. She’d shown an interest in increasing her activities within the organization, but she had no idea if word had reached Hardy. She worried he might have figured out her motivation, but how could he? No one knew her true intentions, except Victor, and she could barely get him to give her the time of day. He wouldn’t talk.

“Did Mr. Hardy say why he needed me?” Maybe her escort could provide some insight.

“Nope.” The heavily muscled man motioned her forward with a jerk of his head. “This way.”

As she clanked her way across a vast emptiness of cement, she wished she’d worn quieter heels. Then again, she hadn’t expected to be called in by the big boss himself. Hardy’s man pushed through a scratched metal door and held it open for her.

As she stepped inside, she was surprised to find Angel Hardy sitting alone behind an old wooden desk. Gangster movie posters had been tacked to the walls, and a handful of Red Bull cans gathered on the corner of his desk. An expensive suit jacket lay discarded on the credenza next to him, leaving him with a white tank that showcased the innumerable tattoos covering his arms, his neck, and all across his collarbone. A silver-barreled Smith and Wesson 500 Magnum rested on the desk, a mere split-second from his hand. The word formidable came to mind, but even that didn’t cover it.

He lifted his dark eyes, piercing her with their intensity. “Miss Conway.” His graveled voice roughened her name.

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