Roped In (Armed & Dangerous, #2)(43)

“Oh, thank you.” I opened the bucket and pulled out the chilled bottle as he walked around front and got into the driver’s seat. “Do you want some?” I asked, holding out a bottle.

He shook his head. “Trying to watch my figure.”

I snorted at his response. Opening my own bottle, I chugged half of it and sat back relaxed. “What time do you think we’ll make it back to the hotel?”

“Fifteen minutes, probably. Lots of traffic.”

Pulling out my phone, I saw where Felicity had texted him back. I couldn’t wait to see him.

Me: I’ll be at the hotel in 15 mins. Meet in lobby?

Blake: See you there.

The traffic went to a standstill and Connor swerved around, taking another street.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Shortcut. Do you still have your seatbelt on?”

Everything started to get blurry and my eyes grew heavy. “Yeah, I . . . I think . . . so.” My words sounded like they were jumbled together. I grabbed the strap and felt it across my chest, my fingers tingling as I clutched it. “Connor, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong? Do I need to stop the car?”

My whole body started to go numb and I couldn’t speak. It was as if my mind was still there, but only not. Time didn’t seem to exist. The car picked up speed and everything went black. Connor yelled for me to hold on, but I couldn’t feel my hands and my muscles weren’t listening to my brain’s warning to grasp onto something. All I could feel was the heat of flames across my skin, yet there was no pain.





Blake

“What the f*ck is going on?” I grumbled. Hadley had sent me a text hours ago saying she was on her way to the hotel. Where the hell was she? The hotel staff hadn’t seen her come in and she wasn’t in her room. I texted and called, but no reply.

My phone rang and I picked it up. “Where are you?” I barked into the phone, thinking it was her.

“I’m in California.” It was Robert and he sounded hesitant.

“Shit. Sorry, Robert. I thought you were Hadley. What’s going on?”

“Are you in New York?”

“Yeah, I just got here.”

His heavy sigh made me tense. “I think you should go to the station. There’s been an accident.”

“Accident? What kind of accident?”

“Look at the news and you’ll see. I’m sorry, Blake. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you.”

Dropping my phone, I ran into the hotel bar and pushed past everyone crowded around the counter. The TV’s above showed nothing but fire, and the words below emblazoned in blue, Hadley Rivers, dead?

Holy f*ck.

Women around me cried while others watched the news in complete horror. I couldn’t watch anymore. “She’s dead?” someone cried. “How can she be dead? Wasn’t she just giving a concert tonight? She was so young.”

I refused to believe it. She wasn’t gone, it had to be a mistake. What if it wasn’t?

“Fuck.” I gripped the counter and momentarily felt lightheaded before the anger took over. If it was her in that car, someone was going to pay for taking her away from me. Growling, I hurried back to where I dropped my phone, dialing Robert’s number as I stormed out the door.

“Evan’s, you okay?”

“Call the Chief of Police out here and tell them I’m coming.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t interfere in this.”

“I don’t care. I want answers.” Everything inside of me was numb. I didn’t want to feel the pain yet. I wanted answers, and I sure as hell was going to get them.





“I’m sorry Mr. Evans, but I can’t allow you back there. The chief said only family is allowed at this time.” The arrogant twat glanced down at his paperwork, completely dismissing me.

My blood boiled. I’d been sitting there for over two f*cking hours. “Look, f*cker,” I growled, grabbing him by the neck, “I showed you my badge and told you who I am. I want to talk to the Chief of Police. I suggest you let me back there before I rip off your goddamn head.” He grasped at my hands, but all it did was make me squeeze harder.

“Mr. Evans, let him go. I’m Byron Jennings.” I glanced over my shoulder at the middle-aged man, pursing his lips. “Robert called and told me to expect you.” He had graying, dark hair and a moustache, his uniform badge confirming he was the Chief of Police.

I squeezed shitdick’s neck one more time because it felt good, and then let him go. He grabbed his neck and fell back in his chair, coughing.

Byron stood to the side and motioned for me to walk past. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t assault my staff.”

“And I’d appreciate it if he wouldn’t act like a cunt. Now what happened to Hadley?”

Sighing, he started down the hall and I followed. “It looks like her bodyguard lost control of the car. They slammed into a tree right outside of Burnsville. According to her agent, she was staying at a hotel in town. It makes no sense why they were heading out of the city.”

Where the hell was she going? “Something’s not right. She sent me a text right after her concert saying she was on her way to the hotel. There’s no f*cking way this was an accident.”