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Chapter One

7:03 am, Friday – two miles outside Destiny, Colorado

Though Erica Coleman wanted to scream, she couldn’t

Anyone in her current situation—inside the trunk of a speeding car—would need to screa for help She couldn’t move because of the ropes around her ankles and wrists The hood over her head blinded her and was alsoit very difficult to breathe

All she could do was listen

The roar of the engine ru the voices of her two abductors inside the vehicle

5:40 phts Tower, Destiny, Colorado

Dylan Strange knew the chances of getting Erica back alive were slim Very slim

No one had realized that she was ht, one of the presidents of Two Black Knights, got an e-mail from the kidnappers

When they’d checked the TBK system, they’d discovered that Erica hadn’t keyed in today at all Not unusual, given her position as executive assistant to the copresidents Many days, only Scott and his brother saw her, as she worked on sensitive projects for the two men

The last person who had seen her was Phoebe Blue at the diner a little before seven thisJason had retraced Erica’s steps froel, her laptop, and a spilled cup of coffee on the sidewalk by The Green Dragon statue in the park

The evidence pointed to it being over ten hours since she’d been taken, and less than an hour since the ransom note came in

Fuck

They were in the main TBK conference room, which Scott had set up as mission control to find her

Sheriff Jason Wolfe was pacing around the large table Scott was at another coet the ransom demands in place in case they couldn’t find Erica before the set time Erica’s two brothers and their fiancée had left to check out her apartht find

Why had the kidnappers taken so long to give their demands? Likely, they wanted to make sure Erica was out of Destiny and in a secure place That was hoould’ve conducted the same kind of operation Time was the enemy in

this type of investigation The more hours passed the colder the trail

Fuck

He stared at the ht lead to her

Nothing

Awhen he looked at a wo all his tihts had been invaded by i his sleep Sex was one of the many compartments of his very structured life Few could endure such an existence, but it had worked for hi partner Maybe dinner Maybe not A few hours of wild sex Move on No regrets No emotional bullshit

But his logic was being shoved to the side by his feelings for Erica Feelings weren’t soiven the current circu his best, and his best was being analytical and detached But how the hell could he stay detached when all he could think of was her being in danger?