The Rebel's Redemption (Wounded Hearts Book 2) by Biggar Jacquie

Author:Biggar, Jacquie [Biggar, Jacquie]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Published: 2015-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jared jumped over the discarded bikes in the dim alley and ran for the corner, his breath suspended in his throat and heart pounding No, No, No. How had this happened? What could he tell Annie? Nick and Sara?

Where did the fucker go?

His feet almost skidded out from under him when he rounded the building. His head swung left to right in a frantic search of the empty street, but no one was there. Not even any witnesses. Stupid, damn one horse town. Dusk, and the freaking streets rolled up for the night. Help. He needed help. Now.

He drew out his cell and hit one on the keypad as he raced down the walk, his gaze peeled for anything suspicious.

Three interminable rings later the chief picked up. “Yeah?”

“I need you, man. Hurry.” Now the air sawed in and out of Jared’s lungs so hard he could barely speak.

“Jared?” Frank’s tone turned sharp. “What the hell’s going on? Where are you?”

Where were they? The slam of a trunk across the street drew his gaze. There. He caught a glint of chrome when a car door opened in a tree-lined driveway. A shadowy figure climbed behind the wheel. Jared dropped the phone and ran.

The engine screamed to life and the car roared onto the road with no lights, narrowly missing him as he jumped out of its path. It took off down the street and Jared gave chase until long after it disappeared from view. He stumbled to a halt and stood breathing harsh, hands braced on his knees and head hanging low, gaze focused on the inky darkness descending like a shroud of doom.

When he could no longer hear the fading rumble of the motor, he turned and made his way back to the tinny roar of Frank’s voice coming through his phone.

“Talk to me, Martin. So help me God, if you don’t answer…”

“They’re gone, Chief.” Jared hated even putting voice to the words. “That dirty mother-fucker took them and I couldn’t stop him.” Defeat and self-loathing turned his stomach inside out. He swiped a shaky hand down his face and smacked his thigh. “What am I going to do?”

“First, tell me what the hell is going on. Then call the local PD and tell them what you told me, understand?”

The impact of what had just happened hit him. He sunk to his knees, right there in the middle of the empty street. Lights had blinked on in the nearby homes. He could see families sitting down together for dinner, smiling, chatting, without a worry in the world.

“Did I tell you I have a son, Frank?” Jared kept his gaze focused on those happy families and slowly the ache in his chest turned to rage and retribution. “I have a son. That bastard Sergei Barnikov just signed his own death warrant. I gotta go, Chief.” He slammed the phone shut, jumped to his feet, turned toward the cop shop, and froze.

Annie faced him, fist pressed against her mouth. Her eyes shone with despair while tears streamed down her face.

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