She hadn’t thought that this moment would ever be possible.
“I missed you,” Tory whispered into her hair, tears coming to her eyes, knowing that they had a lot to talk about.
“I missed you too.”
“Where have you been?” Ben piped up from behind her.
“That doesn’t matter right now.” She leaned back, her hand brushing against the leather vest. The patches across the front, ones that had PRES stated across them, both scaring her and reassuring her in the same instant.
She still didn’t know where they would stand with her past, but it didn’t matter.
Not with Mark out there.
“What matters is that I need your help,” she said stepping back, tilting her chin up.
This was it.
If they turned her down, she didn’t know what she would do.
“What do you need sister?” Tory said, the remnants of tears in his eyes.
Please let this work.
“I need your help to get my man back.” Tory nodded quickly as Ben answered instantly.
“Anything.”
A smile hit her face. The first real smile that she had had in days.
I’m coming mark.
“Tell us what you need,” Tory said his hands on her shoulders.
“Mark, My …” She paused trying to stop the tears. “He was taken. His family is … well I don’t know what they are doing. But they weren’t doing anything, and I need help to get him back.”
“Come on,” Ben said, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her inside.
He guided her to the couch, telling her to sit down. Taking the seat next to her while Tory sat on the coffee table across from her.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees he grasped her hands. A sob worked its way up her throat, and he squeezed her hands tighter.
“Tell us about him? How do you know he has been taken?”
“He was supposed to meet a friend and he never showed up.”
Tory frowned and looked at Ben.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but how does that mean that he was taken?” Tory asked softly.
“When Danny tried looking up his tracker, they couldn’t bring it up. It had been turned off. Dominic has had a hard time with us, and no matter what we were saying he was shooting our ideas down. I didn’t know what else to do. But I couldn’t stay there any longer.”
“Did you say Dominic?” Ben asked confused and Tory’s face went still.
“Um. Yes. Dominic Mancini. My man is Mark Mancini.”
“Shit.” This from Ben.
“Fuck.” This from Tory.
