Take My Hand (The Anti-Love Agents) by J.S. Wood

Author:J.S. Wood [Wood, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

20

MARGARET

MY BRAIN IS foggy as I look around the room. The smoke is overpowering, and I wonder if this is just some messed-up dream my subconscious came up with. Then I inhale a lungful of smoke and immediately start choking. I drop to the floor, trying to get away from it, moving quickly on my hands and knees, searching for Ford, wherever he is.

He has to be here.

“Fo—” I start to call out but my voice is hoarse, the smoke already tainting it and making it burn. I search the kitchen but can’t see a thing, so I head to the back of the house and search for him there. I can’t seem to find anything or anyone.

I look through as much of the house as I can before I find a back door and can’t stand it anymore. I burst through it and cough, my lungs burning with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. I’m still on my hands and knees when I feel the sure pressure of a gun’s barrel pressing against the back of my skull.

“Get up.” The voice is deep and somewhat familiar, and chilly fear racks through my bones. I slowly get to my feet and face away from the man behind me. The barrel presses harder against my head and I move forward, walking around to the front of the house, where I see the man who’s the new star of my nightmares standing over a body.

I recognize the clothes as Ford’s, but his head is covered with a black sack—not that it matters because he’s completely passed out. The sight is one I won’t ever forget.

“Margaret.” Anton looks at me, cocking his head to the side, his mouth spread into a thin-lipped smile. “You seem to love for me to track you down.”

“I could do without it, actually. I’m kind of tired.” I can’t help the sarcastic quip that slips through, and at this point, I just don’t care.

“Well, you seem to be an easy target, because here I am, getting to you a second time.”

“That or you have some spineless coward who’s decided to turn his back on his own country.” The barrel of the gun presses hard against my head then. I’m guessing the coward I mentioned just so happens to be the one standing behind me with a gun to my head.

Good job, Margaret. Make him angry—great idea.

“My organization pays better,” Anton replies, ignoring the grimace that fills my face. I hate this guy. “Let’s go.” He turns to walk away but then stops, lifting a finger and telling the man behind me, “Let’s make sure she doesn’t see anything, huh?” Not waiting for a reply, he stalks over to one of the dark SUVs behind him and gets in.

I start toward Ford but don’t make it a step before something hits me hard in the back of the head. Everything goes dark, like someone flipped off a light switch.

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