Vengeance On the Run by Wylder Stone

Author:Wylder Stone [Stone, Wylder]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wylder Stone

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Owen carried Trista back to the Elite building while she cried on his shoulder. Soon to follow was Derek. Mason was still asleep, bringing Trista much relief. She was badly shaken, perhaps in shock, and full of torturous fear – she didn’t want him to see her like that.

Genevieve met them at the door, holding it open so they could pass through quickly and easily. “How is she?”

“Roughed up a little,” Owen said, referring to the visual wounds. The rest was yet to be determined.

“I’ll grab the first-aid kit,” Genevieve said, rushing to the bathroom.

“Why isn’t James up here yet?” Derek said, full of frustration. “I lost him. He had a good head start and disappeared into the crowd on the boardwalk. Some festival shit going on down there.”

Trista jumped at the sound of someone letting themselves in through the front door. A quick calm settled over her when she saw James, which reminded her that nobody could get in unless they were supposed to.

“Damn city cameras have too much of a delay,” James vented. “I lost him once he got her to the alley, then they froze.”

“Interference?” Derek asked, “Someone made the cameras go out?”

“No, I did a search. We’re clean there,” James replied, a step ahead of his brother. “The city just has shit equipment. Starting to think we need to change out their shit for them and not even mention it.”

“Coming from the south, I lost him in Oceanfront Park somewhere around the boardwalk. He was headed north still then,” Derek said.

“I’ll go back and see if I can tap anyone else’s network along there, get a better look,” James said. “It’s gotta be Mark, right?”

Genevieve walked back into the room and sat on the coffee table in front of the couch where Trista was sitting. James didn’t take his eyes off her.

Owen broke James’s staring with work. “I can’t imagine it being anyone else. We were only here for a few hours. He told her, ‘It isn’t over.’”

“Damn,” Derek fitted, angry he lost the bastard.

“He came from the south side of the building. I’m guessing the little sculpture park between us and the next building,” Owen shared. “Plenty of trees, which was probably why she didn’t see him.”

“We have a blind spot then,” Derek added. “I’m on it. We’ll get cameras up by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Alright, sweets, you’ll feel a lot better after you take a shower, but you’re cleaned up for now,” Genevieve said to Trista, trying to draw her attention away from the men’s conversation. “Just a tiny nick, right in your hairline. You don’t even need a stitch.”

A forced smile was all Trista could muster, though she really was grateful for the help. “Thank you.”

Genevieve patted Trista on the knee as she stood, at which point, Trista squirmed in pain. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry! Those are probably sore.”

“It’s okay,” Trista said, trying to maintain that smile.

“By the way, I’m Genevieve, but you can call me Vivi. I keep these guys in line,” the cute blonde said.

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