No.
Not just him.
As Blair became fully visible, another arm was clearly wrapped around her.
Not a man this time.
A tall, thin woman.
“No fucking way,” Leo said as Zeno paused the screen.
“Who is it?” Gav asked, trying to shoulder in.
“Motherfucker,” I snarled, turning away from the computer to pace a few steps.
Ronny?
It was fuckingRonny?
I’d been accepting the possibility that she knew about the idea. But not that she would be capable of violence, of kidnapping.
“They drugged her,” Gav observed.
“And she’s bleeding,” Zeno added.
I wasn’t aware a growl had escaped me until I felt Leo’s hand on my shoulder again.
“We’re ready to go. Just tell us where.”
Where?
I didn’t know where.
Ronny’s place?
I didn’t think she could bring Blair there without being seen or heard. But if Tom was home…
Well, let’s just say that with the rage bubbling up inside me, I was ready to do some of the wicked shit that Brio did with my own two hands.
“Zen,” Leo called. “You stay here. Watch the dog. Try to dig up places they might take Blair.”
Thank God for Leo.
Not a single thought seemed to be forming enough for me right then.
“Let’s go.”
Leo took the lead with me following and Gav and Cesare behind me.
It wasn’t a long drive back toward Ronny’s apartment building. But I grew tenser with each passing second.
By the time we climbed out of Leo’s car, I was practically vibrating with rage.
Cesare moved ahead of us, making short work of the lock, then moving aside to let me charge in first.
I expected to find Tom sitting there in his beat-up old recliner with the mismatched dish towels on the arms because Ronny always claimed his arms were filthy and messed up the chair’s fabric.
But the living room was empty.
