“Where do you want us?” Javier Leones showed up with Macon and Sebastian and Javi’s new wife, Juliana. All four of the ex-soldiers had guns in hand and looked ready to deal with the situation. “Tiffany and Ally are in cold storage with Calvin watching over them. He’s solid. He’ll secure the kitchen and take care of the women.”

The women who weren’t ex-soldiers.

“Jules, secure the front of house,” Remy ordered. “I need Sebastian to clear the bathrooms. I’m going out back. I haven’t seen Linc and I believe our friend was after Lisa Daley. Consider this man armed and highly dangerous. He’s a known assassin.”

“This is the best job ever.” Jules winked her husband’s way. “Stay safe, babe.”

Javi took Remy’s six. “If he wants to get her out quietly and he’s cased the place, he’ll take her out the office side. There’s a small parking lot. If it’s not full, we don’t complain about who parks there.”

There was a terrible knot in Remy’s gut, but he had to ignore it. God, if his last words to her had been to reject her love…he had no idea how he would live with himself. That couldn’t be the last thing he said to her. He needed to see her, hold her.

Macon nodded quietly and moved down the hall to start clearing the offices. He stopped at the first door. “We’re going to need a bus. Shit. Linc’s down. He’s breathing but he’s not conscious.”

That was when he heard the scream.

It was a sound that went straight to his soul. Lisa. Lisa was screaming.

He heard Javier say something, but the words didn’t register. He was running down the hallway, the only thought in his head to get to her, to save her. She was screaming for him to save her and he couldn’t let her down.

His heart pounded in his chest as he slammed through the door.

Where was she?

The world seemed to slow as he stopped and took in the area around him.

She screamed again and then there was the sound of something slamming shut.

Remy pivoted and ran to his left. That was when he found himself standing right in front of a tall man with icy blond hair. He wore a suit and trench coat and pointed a slender pistol Remy’s way.

“Well, that didn’t go the way I thought it would,” the man said in a heavy Italian accent.

Lisa was in the trunk. The nondescript sedan shook with the force of how hard she was fighting. She was still screaming.

And then she went suddenly silent.

“The police are on their way,” Javier said, standing beside him.